Alex remained silent, keeping a natural poker face. Olivia sensed his hesitation and stepped closer, holding onto his arm. "How are you feeling? You were in a terrible accident and hit your head. When the doctor told me you might have lost your memories, I was so worried," Olivia said, her voice soft and filled with feigned concern. She looked up at Alex, her eyes searching his face—the face she claimed to have loved all her life. His sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes, and the hint of a beard only added to his rugged, recovering look. But beneath her concerned exterior, she was weaving lies with practiced ease, trying once again to fool him, to pull him back into the web of deceit.