Love's Quadrangle after Memory Loss

After a motorcycle accident, I lost my memory, and now three men claimed to be my boyfriend.

I looked at the aloof man, who was a good performer, sorting out my notes, the rebellious school bully peeling an apple for me, and the innocent cute man massaging my legs.

I fell into deep thought.

Was it really impossible to let the three of them be my boyfriends?

Part 1

Riding my motorcycle to pick up a package outside the campus, a child suddenly dashed out into the road. I had to swerve to avoid him and crashed into the fence.

Unfortunately, I hit my head and forgot everything that happened in the past month.

Fortunately, I, who had been single since childhood, suddenly gained three boyfriends.

Well, not exactly.

Three men claimed to be my boyfriend.

One was the aloof head of the student union, Greg Bailey; another was the rebellious school bully, Felix Shaw; and the last was the innocent cute man, Declan Miller.

When I was hospitalized, these three took turns taking care of me.

Today was the day of discharging myself from the hospital.

At this moment, one was preparing my review materials for the final exam, another was peeling an apple, and the last one was focusing on massaging my leg.

I pondered again.

Was it really impossible to let all the three be my boyfriends

"No way!"

Angry voices were heard in my ear at the same time.

I looked at Declan's angry face and realized I had accidentally spoken my thought out.

"She can only be mine."

The cute man clenched his fists, casting a warning glance at the other two.

Of course, they glared back at him without giving in.

Sensing the atmosphere became tense, I quickly cleared my throat.

"You all claim to be my boyfriend, but before this, I didn't even know you.

Why don't you each tell me how we met and be together over the past month?"

They all said we were secretly dating, and no one at school knew it.

My phone, the only possible clue, was lost after the accident and couldn't be found.

To figure out who my real boyfriend was, it seemed I had to rely on myself.

Felix handed me the peeled apple, casually wiping his fingers with a tissue.

"That night, I helped you deal with some thugs who were harassing you. After that, you chased me for a month, bringing me breakfast every day, getting good seats for me, and you would always be around.

On Valentine's Day, you took out a piece of handwritten paper of Love Poems for your declaration of love to me. I saw your sincerity and agreed."

I took a bite of the apple, and the vague image of a young man holding my hand and running out of an alley flashed in my mind.

Trying to recall more made my head hurt.

"Impossible!"

Declan frowned, "Ever since you came to watch my ball game, I had taken a liking to you on our first meeting.

I chased you for a month, and on Valentine's Day, I took you to have a ride on a Ferris wheel. When the carriage reaches the highest point, I kissed you, and you didn't refuse."

He seemed embarrassed, but his eyes were bright, "Your lips were so soft and sweet."

I blushed and turned to look at Greg who was always quiet.

"And you?"

Greg slowly took his eyes off the computer screen to look at my face, his gold-rimmed glasses adding a touch of restraint. He said calmly.

"Martha, you spent the entire night of Valentine's Day with me."

I was confused.

Each of them claimed I was with him on Valentine's Day.

I was not someone who could make full use of time to date several men at the same time.

Surely not, right?

So, some of them must be lying, or perhaps all of them were liars.

Maybe I could start my investigation from this point.

"You're biased, Martha.

Why doesn't he have to explain how he met you?"

Declan accused, pointing at Greg's nose, suddenly realizing something was wrong, "Could it be... you have known each other before?"

Part 2

After completing the discharge procedures, the three of them escorted me back to the apartment my parents rented for me near the campus.

Once Felix and Declan left, I turned my head toward the staircase. "They've left."

Greg emerged from the darkness.

We walked into the room one after the other.

Greg casually tossed his jacket onto the sofa, unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, revealing his elegant collarbones, "I'm going to take a shower."

Though it was a normal thing, today I inexplicably flushed, hugging my pillow and curling up on the sofa, playing with my new phone.

Yes, my relationship with Greg wasn't that simple.

He was my stepbrother.

In my first year of high school, Greg's mom and my dad were together.

During high school, Greg wasn't exactly friendly to me, even somewhat hostile.

He never initiated conversations with me and didn't allow me to say I was his sister at school.

His mom asked him to tutor me in math, and he was extremely strict.

If I got a problem wrong, he would directly confiscate one of my limited-edition novels. To get it back, I had to get an A in the next exam.

In our senior year of the high school, the girl he liked went abroad. Greg, who had failed in dating, would try to ruin others' relationships. If anyone made a declaration of love to me, he would tell my dad.

Later, we were enrolled at the same university, and our parents rented this apartment for us near the school.

Over the years, his attitude towards me had softened considerably.

I thought we would peacefully coexist in the university, but then I had an accident and forgot what had happened in the past month.

Even more unexpectedly, in just a month, Greg became one of my "boyfriends"...

Lost in thought, a fresh scent of shower gel wafted over, and someone hugged me from behind.

His voice was low and cool, with a hint of an indescribable rasp in it, "What are you thinking?"

Greg's wet hair dripped water, mingling with his warm breath on my neck, making me feel itchy.

I stiffened, not daring to move.

He turned my head to face him, gently rubbing my lips with his thumb, whispering, "Your lips were soft and sweet?

Did he really kiss you?"

I pressed my lips together, not daring to speak.

When did Greg become so intimidating?

He stared at my lips for a few seconds and was about to get close to kiss me when I shouted, "Brother!"

Then I pushed him away.

"Martha, you already stopped calling me 'brother' three years ago."

The look in his eyes was dark and unreadable.

I felt wronged in my heart.

Didn't I say that to stop his excessive behavior?

Suddenly, Greg's phone seemed to ring.

Seeing his long fingers moving on the screen, I instinctively asked, "Whose call is it?"

Soon, a surprised voice came from the other end of the phone, "Martha?"

My heart skipped a beat.

"Why are you still with him at this time of night?"

"Greg, I warn you, don't have any designs on her, or I won't let you off.

Did you deliberately send us away?"

Felix's voice, usually cool and lazy, now carried a chill when I heard it on the phone.

Greg hung up without expression.

I rubbed my temples, deciding to make it clear with him about what just happened.

"Until things are investigated clearly, you can't do anything excessive moves to me, including but not limited to holding hands, hugging, and kissing."

Greg interrupted calmly, "What if I can't help but want to do it?"

I spoke sincerely, "I trust your self-control."

Greg stared at me intently.

I swallowed, feeling his gaze was too oppressive.

His eyes were naturally darker than others, and now, when they were fixed on me, they seemed to see my soul. No wonder he had been the president of the student union for three years.

I instinctively added, "Of course, if you can prove you're my boyfriend, then you can do it."

He raised an eyebrow, "What can I do?"

My face flushed slightly, and it was on the tip of my tongue to say he could kiss me.

I wasn't sure if Greg agreed, but he slowly stood up and walked to his room. Soon, he returned with a note.

"What's this?"

Greg's tone was calm, "Didn't you want me to prove it? This is the receipt made out by the supermarket when we went shopping on Valentine's Day."

I looked at the receipt from top to bottom, and what we bought included my favorite foods and snacks. Until I saw the condom at the end of the receipt, my eyes widened, and my face turned red instantly.

Had our relationship really reached that stage?

"You could have bought these things alone."

I forced to keep calm, accenting the word "alone."

Greg said nothing more, as if his goal was achieved or he simply didn't care. His voice was cold, "Goodnight."

Yet that night, sleep eluded me.

Part 3

The next morning, I arrived at the classroom with two obvious dark circles under my eyes.

A female classmate I got along with expressed concern, and I couldn't help but ask.

"Lorraine, do you think I've changed over the past month?

How are my relationships with other classmates?

Such as Greg from the Math Department, Felix from the Philosophy Department, and Declan from the Sports Department?"

A hand suddenly touched my forehead.

"Martha, I know you had an accident and hurt your head, but I didn't expect you to start imagining.

Those three men are in a completely different world from us. If you're interested in any of them, I suggest you give up on him early."

Lorraine Foster sighed, her eyes full of concern.

I was about to speak when I heard whispers behind me.

"Her?

She's really a woman utterly without self-knowledge!"

"Forgive her; didn't you hear that she said she had an accident and damaged her brain?"

I turned around and saw Leanna Palmer, the ex-girlfriend of Felix, and Keira Stevens, Declan's ex-girlfriend\, gossiping about me.

Leanna looked at me disdainfully, "Felix would never like an eye candy like you."

Lorraine immediately defended me and mocked them, "Martha has got in the top three in her major last semester. As for someone else, they failed two out of three major courses."

I grinned at her.

Actually, Greg had helped tutor me last semester.

Even though we weren't in the same major, he seemed to know everything.

Despite being busy himself, he stayed up all night helping me work my notes out and mark the key points.

When I made a mistake, Greg couldn't find a way to punish me like in high school, and he would frown deeply.

It was the first time I saw him at a loss, and I cheekily said, "If you're capable, just kiss me every time I get a question wrong like those do in the novels."

Unexpectedly, Greg laughed, "Okay."

And then it was me who didn't know what to say.

I walked back to my room in an unnatural way and was unable to sleep at that night, feeling awkward.

From that moment, our relationship became subtly different.

Coming down to earth, I saw Leanna glaring at me and said angrily, "So what if you are doing very well at school?

At least I dated Felix. He doesn't even know who you are!"

Keira also echoed with her, "Exactly, Declan hates girls older than him the most."

"Greg's an unattainable and handsome genius who is famous at our school, with no scandals for three years.

I heard he's always missed his first love since he liked her in high school."

I remained nonchalant. If they knew these three men were now vying to be my boyfriend, their reactions would be interesting.

Back at my seat, Lorraine suddenly grabbed my hand, "Martha, go and chase the three men.

It will be great to be with any of them."

"But you just said-"

Lorraine sneered, "As time passes by, the situation is different now. Leanna and Keira aren't their real ex-girlfriends. I've never heard Felix or Declan publicly recognize it.

It's obvious they're spreading rumors.

Martha. I support you!

You'd better make all the three your boyfriends!"

I was stunned, "Well..."

"You'd better forget it."

Lorraine's enthusiasm waned, and she waved her hand, "That's as hard as having all three of them chase you at once."

I pondered for a moment, "Actually-"

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door.

"Why is Greg attending this elective class? I've never seen him here before!"

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked over.

Greg was wearing a white shirt today. showing his strong waist, and his long legs wrapped in tailored trousers were exuding a composed and distant aura.

"Felix?!

He's here too. Is the principal teaching this class today?"

Greg had just entered the classroom when Felix, in a black T-shirt, followed him in, his lips curled up in a casual smirk.

"Oh my gosh!

Declan's here too?

Isn't he from the Sports Department?

Has he chosen this class as well?"

As soon as Declan entered the classroom, his gaze fell directly on me, his eyes lighting up.

The problem was, all the three men were walking towards me.

Part 4

Amidst the commotion, the three of them stopped in front of me.

The classroom suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Curious, envious, and jealous eyes were fixed on me.

Declan said, "Hey, Martha!

I'm here to attend class with you!"

Felix added, "It's my first time attending class with my girlfriend, nice to meet you."

Declan was angry, "I'm the boyfriend of Martha!"

Greg simply looked at me, "You forgot to get the notes I helped you work up last night."

I seemed to hear several people gasp in surprise.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Leanna's and Keira's faces turn pale with disbelief.

Felix smiled at Lorraine, "Can I switch seats with you?"

Lorraine glanced at him, then looked at me.

In a daze, she agreed and awkwardly left her seat.

Just like that, Greg sat on my left, Felix on my right, and Declan sat behind me, feeling wronged and occasionally poking me.

More and more students came to watch, almost filling the entire classroom.

The teacher in charge of the elective course nearly stumbled when entering, exclaiming, "What day is it today? This is the first time that so many people have attended my class!"

Once class began, I could feel at least half the students in the classroom were looking at us.

I whispered, "Didn't we agree that none of you would make any moves until I regained my memory?"

Felix opened his book, resting his head on his hand and asked.

"If you never regain your memory, does that mean we can't act like your boyfriend?"

What?

Declan was excited, "So the three of us decided to repeat what happened at that night of Valentine's Day with you to jog your memory. Maybe it'll help you remember."

I was speechless, "Who came up with such a weird idea?"

Felix and Declan both looked at Greg.

Greg raised his head slightly and told me the plan, "Starting tomorrow, the treatment will last three days. On first day you will be with Felix, and on second day you will be with Declan, while I will accompany you on the last day."

I was silent.

Greg was actually suggesting I spend an entire day with other men as couples...

"Now, the student with the ID card of number 128, please come up and solve this problem."

Startled, I realized that the teacher was referring to me.

On the board was a problem about finding the equilibrium price and quantity from given demand and supply functions.

but I hadn't listened to what the teacher said just now at all...

I heard the sounds of writing and someone seemed to tear the paper.

Desperately, I looked over to see Greg handing me a piece of paper with clear steps to solve the problem on it.

He had actually been listening to the lecture while talking to me!

"Go on," he said in a calm voice that was reassuring.

I breathed a sigh of relief, quickly went up to solve the problem, but tripped over a foot on my way back.

I fell forward, instinctively reaching out to grab the desk, hitting my knee hard on its leg.

"What's going on!"

"Martha!"

"Martha, what happened?!"

Leanna's voice came from above, "Sorry, I didn't mean to do it."

The sharp pain left me unable to speak, and then I found myself being picked up by Greg.

His fresh scent enveloped me, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, surrounded by gasps and exclamations from the students around me.

Some even took out their phones to snap it.

Greg shot a cold glance at Leanna, "Madam, I'll take her to the infirmary."

Part 5

The doctor said my knee was fine, and I just needed to apply some ointment to it and rest for a few hours. Then Greg took the medical kit, knelt in front of me, and gently applied the ointment with a cotton swab to my knee.

He was careful, as if afraid of hurting me.

After finishing, he suddenly hugged me, resting his chin on my head, his breath warm, "Martha, I'm glad you're okay."

A few seconds later, he let go of me, "Sorry."

My face flushed inexplicably.

To avoid being embarrassed, I checked my phone, which was flooded with messages from Lorraine on Whatsapp.

"Martha, you are my hero!"

"When did this happen?"

"Which one of them is your real boyfriend?"

"Or are they all dating you?"

The last message was just sent by her, "Check the network bulletin boards of our school."

I browsed around in the network bulletin boards.

The top post read, "Shocking!

Three popular guys vying for the same woman. Who will win her love?"

There was even a poll carried out, and within a few hours, Greg had received 280 votes, ranked first.

The accompanying photo showed Greg carrying me out of the classroom, his expression extremely cold but his actions gentle.

Among the comments, ranging from those saying I wasn't worthy of him or those expressing envy or supporting us, I noticed an anonymous comment, "My Greg would never like her."

My heart skipped a beat.

There was only one person who called Greg that, but she had gone abroad in her senior year of the high school.

Yet, the IP address of this account making the comment was located at our school.

I must be overthinking.

Before long, Felix and Declan returned.

Felix looked unusually serious, "Leanna and Keira aren't our ex-girlfriends. It's just that our parents know each other through business, so they know some things about us.

We've warned them, and they'll apologize to you and won't go against you anymore."

Declan lowered his head, looking like a dog who had made a mistake, "Martha, we should deny it in public earlier.

You won't be disappointed in us and choose Greg because of this, will you?"

I said, "It's not your fault."

Declan became happy immediately, "Then would you be willing to repeat what happened at that night of Valentine's Day with each of us?"

I instinctively glanced at Greg.

He was packing up the medical kit, seemingly unfazed.

Suppressing an inexplicable irritation in my mind, I smiled, "Sure."