The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 212: My name does sound better if it came from your lips.

In the end, they still took the man to the emergency to make sure he was fine. The stranger surprisingly agreed and didn’t make a huge fuss about it. He didn’t even talk to agree. All he did was nod.

"I called Olivia," Kenzo uttered as he joined Fil in the corner of the emergency. "I told her we got into a little road accident and that we can’t make it."

Fil smiled subtly. "You should’ve called the people waiting for us at the site."

"I already did. Just thought I should inform Liv about it." Kenzo snapped his eyes on the bed where the stranger was seated while a doctor was checking on him. "Is he okay?"

"So far," she said, rocking her head in understanding. "He’s just... weird."

"He is weird, but I also almost killed him."

Fil glanced at him. "It wasn’t your fault. He suddenly turned up in the middle of the road. It’s a good thing you were already slowing down because he could’ve gotten hit by anyone."

"Yeah, and that’s why I’m so grateful," he returned sarcastically. "Of all the cars on that road, he ended up showing up in front of ours."

"I don’t know what to say, Ken," Fil sighed as she shook her head. "All I know is that it’s a good thing he’s not that hurt. Come on. The doctor is done checking on him."

Kenzo and Fil marched to the bed where the stranger was, asking the attending about the man’s condition. Fortunately, the doctor reassured them the man was fine and he probably just had a mild concoction.

"Is that so?" Fil heaved a sigh of relief. "That’s great news."

The doctor smiled and gave the stranger some instructions to follow. The stranger’s paleness raised concerns, after all. Once he was done, he excused himself to attend to the other patients in the emergency.

"Take these supplements and you’ll be fine," she said as she looked at the stranger. "We’ll take you home. Right, Ken?"

"Uh, yep." Kenzo nodded, knowing they already canceled their site visit. "Just tell us where you live and we’ll take you there. Don’t worry about the medicines too. We can buy it for you."

The stranger looked at Kenzo and then at Fil. He didn’t say anything just like how he kept quiet when he agreed to come with them to the emergency. Still, his silence made it awkward for the two.

"Uhm. I’ll get his prescription first," said Kenzo after clearing his throat. "I’ll be quick."

With that being said, Kenzo left the two so they could lessen the hassle of buying it later. Meanwhile, Fil awkwardly offered the stranger a smile. He still sat motionless on the edge of the bed, eyes fixed on her.

’At this point, I feel like something’s on my face,’ she thought, trying her best not to check her nostrils for any booger peeking out. Fil had no problem with the silence, but it felt awkward with the stranger staring at her so intently and quietly. She couldn’t even figure out what kind of stare this was.

"Filomena, by the way," Fil introduced herself in an attempt to stop any awkwardness between them. "The man I am with is Kenzo. He’s my colleague."

The man didn’t answer and just kept looking at her.

"Uhm... can you tell me where you live?" she asked. "We’ll drive you home, and if there’s anything else you need, you can tell me."

Again, he remained quiet.

"Mister, is there something on my face?" she asked when she couldn’t take it anymore, covering her nose while her other hand checked her nostril. "You kept staring at me and frankly, it’s starting to make me uncomfortable."

The man took a moment to speak.

"I don’t know." His voice was a little coarse, but it didn’t conceal its eloquence. Earlier, she didn’t notice it, but this stranger oddly had a cool and pleasant voice.

"What do you mean you don’t know?" she asked.

"I just woke up in this empty place and walked out of the place I woke up in," he explained as if his mind was still drifting.

Fil furrowed her brows, and at the same time, Kenzo returned.

"I got the meds and —"

"Ken," she called, eyes on the stranger. "I think he inflicted more than just a mild concussion."

"Huh?"

She slowly faced him and said, "he said he doesn’t know where he lives."

"What?" Kenzo gasped, looking at the stranger worriedly. "I’ll call his doctor right away."

Without wasting a breath, Kenzo walked off to the nurse’s station, not far away to raise his concerns. The attending doctor was just around and, with one call from the nurse, he returned to check on the strange man. He ran his simple test to make sure and even redid his vitals. Though there was some sort of anomaly in the man’s pulse, it was still within normal range.

"Short-term memory loss for a small accident is normal," the doctor told the two people who came here with the patient. "He’ll be fine and it’s temporary."

"What? How temporary?" Kenzo gasped in surprise. "Will it return today?"

"It could, or maybe in a few days. It depends."

"You said he is fine and that he didn’t inflict any big injury," Fil stressed. "Can you get a short-term memory from a mild concussion?"

The doctor forced a smile. "Yes, it’s possible. That is why I’m going to write him another post-discharge instruction. If the symptoms persist, please come back and see me." he handed another note, which he wrote just as quickly.

Fil reluctantly accepted the note before she gazed at Kenzo.

Now what?

Both of them slowly shifted their attention to the stranger. If this man couldn’t remember where he lived, they couldn’t just leave him here. The hospital wouldn’t admit him just because they asked them, and their conscience wouldn’t allow them to leave him anywhere else.

While Kenzo and Fil quietly thought of what they would do, the man darted his eyes between them. It didn’t seem he cared about where he would stay just as much as them.

"Quentin," he said, snapping Kenzo and Fil back to the present. His eyes settled on Fil as he added, "You said yours, but you didn’t ask mine."

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[FLASHBACK]

"Tomorrow is our wedding." The crown prince joined Latrice on the balcony, standing right next to hers. "How are you feeling, my crown princess?"

Latrice smiled subtly as she glanced at him. She didn’t answer, though, shifting her attention to the horizon.

"It’s been a month since you arrived in the Imperial Palace, Latrice, but I always find you on this particular balcony," he pointed out, gazing in the direction she was staring at. "And you always stare in the same direction."

"Yes, Your Highness," she replied. "This balcony is structured to face this direction where I can see the mountains and the beautiful horizon behind it. Hence, I do not have a choice."

"And this direction is the same direction of the South," he revealed, which he knew was the real reason she would spend all her day in this place. "Do you miss the people of the South, my lady?"

"I would be lying to you twice if I deny that. The people of the South were all kind-hearted and warm." She slowly faced the beautiful crown prince and smiled. "Your Highness, the Crown Prince, isn’t it forbidden for us to see each other before the wedding?"

"It is, but I am the crown prince." His face formed into a playful look. "Latrice, I told you. You may call me by my name if it is just the two of us."

Latrice kept her lips drawn into a tight slash while holding his gaze.

"Will you say it?" he requested. "I heard you call the Duke by his name back in the South. It would be nice if you called me by my name as well."

"Did it upset you?"

"I would be lying if I deny it."

"It wasn’t my intention to make you feel that way." Her voice was soft and calm. "I will try, Quentin."

The crown prince slowly smiled in satisfaction, reaching for her hand gently. "I was right," he said, guiding her hand to his lips. "My name does sound better if it came from your lips."