Who Is This Guy Calling Himself My Boyfriend?

Giselle's expression remained skeptical, as if she refused to believe a word Jason said.

I stood up, intending to explain everything, but Jason couldn't wait. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. "Winter, I lied. I'm not your boyfriend. Just ask your parents if you don't believe me," he said, looking almost remorseful. "Just tell Giselle—nothing happened between us over the past two months."

However, that hint of remorse was nothing compared to how Giselle saw him.

Was it really true that nothing had happened?

The Jason who had always argued with me, who mocked me the moment we met, and who had only ever seen me as a childhood friend, like a brother, had been completely different over the past two months.

No matter what I said or did, he always complied. I felt dizzy, yet he was even more anxious than I was, worried it might be an aftereffect of the accident. For the first time, I spoke gently, like a girl in love, and he responded in a tender tone I had never known from him before.

If that was really nothing, then who had I been to him? My wrist ached where he held it so tightly, and suddenly I felt like crying.

He claimed to be my boyfriend, and I allowed him to toy with me while keeping my feelings secret. When he said he wasn't, I had to pull back, behave as I should, and even help him with someone else's romance.

Our relationship had always been dictated by him.

I took a deep breath and lifted my chin, fighting back tears, and forced the lightest, most casual tone I could muster. "Jason, you're such a fool—you really got tricked. I haven't lost my memory. I was just teasing you."

Then I turned to Giselle. "We are just ordinary friends. Don't worry."

"Winter, you little liar!"

Jason hadn't expected to be the one deceived. He jumped up and down in frustration, while Giselle looked at me repeatedly, as if confirming the truth of my words.

I gave her a small nod, signaling that she could relax.

She reached out, took Jason's hand, and lightly flicked his forehead with her finger. "We weren't together before, so I ignored your nonsense. Don't ever pull that again."

Jason went suddenly quiet, as if he had evolved from a mischievous monkey into a civilized man. He clasped her hand, holding it as reverently as if it were a sacred relic. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Only then did the tension finally ease. Cheers erupted around us. I gently rubbed my sore, red wrist and took a step back.

After closing the private room door, the tears I had been holding back finally slipped free, striking the doorknob with a sharp, shattering plop, breaking just like my heart.