Alpha Hayley’s Destined Mate

Chapter 354: Lost Memories

Hayley’s POV:

“Hayley,” Christine’s voice came from the balcony. She was smiling and waving at me. Hearing her familiar voice and seeing her smiling face, I felt a bit dazed. I quickly flashed a wide smile and waved back. “Christine!”

Christine hurried down the stairs, racing toward me. She grabbed my hand gently, her voice soft as she spoke. “Hayley, I don’t know why, but ever since I’ve been abroad, all I’ve been able to think about is you. I feel like our relationship should be really close, and our friendship should be unbreakable. That’s why I ignored my family’s objections and came back—because I wanted to see you. I want you to help me search for a memory I’ve lost.”

I held back my tears and gently patted her head, reassuring her. “I’ll help you.”

Hayley, Christine smiled as she said my name. “Thank you. Come on, let’s go inside.” Christine linked her arm through mine and led me into the house, just like before. It had been so long since my last encounter with her that I still felt a bit out of place. “Are you okay?” I asked her.

Christine grinned and said, “I’m doing great.” Christopher followed along beside us, listening to our conversation. I noticed his contentment—seeing Christine smile made him genuinely happy. Secretly, I wondered if Christopher had developed feelings for Christine when she beckoned us to sit down.

“Hayley, come on, sit down. What would you like to eat? I’ll have the house staff prepare something,” Christine cheerfully offered.

I sat down and replied, “Anything is fine; I’m not picky.” Christine gave the order and then started talking about everything that had happened recently. Our interaction felt as intimate as it always had, and I realized that familiar sense of closeness was returning.

Christine led me into her storage room. When I stepped in, I saw it was packed with various things. She began showing me things she had kept from childhood until now. Christine casually flipped through a collection of old albums.

“Look, I used to collect so many CDs and posters of a singer named Harmony. I loved her so much, didn’t I—but I can’t remember any of it.” As she spoke, a chill ran down my spine.

She still couldn’t remember any of it? I looked at her and then asked, “You don’t remember, but I once brought you a limited edition album of hers.”

Christine shook her head and said, “No, I have no memory of that.” She flipped through some more, eventually pulling out two limited edition albums and handing them to me. “Is this what you mean?”

I nodded, but after staring at them for a moment, Christine still shook her head. “I can’t remember.”

“But I listened to this CD, and I can tell she has a unique voice, and her style is really special. If I ever get the chance, I’d love to see her live.”

Christopher, who had been silently listening, spoke up. “She’s been out of the business for years, so you won’t be hearing her music anymore. But she actually helped me write a new song recently—the songwriter for my new track is her. Would you like to hear it?”

Christine was surprised. “Really? Then these limited edition albums must be really valuable now, right?”

“Yes, you’re lucky. Many of her fans are jealous of you,” Christopher said with a smile.

Christine’s face lit up, and she said, “Then I’d better keep these albums safe. Even though I’m not interested in her now, I used to love her.”

I smiled slightly and said, “Keep them safe.”

Christine quickly put the albums away, but then she began fiddling with an old guitar with a vintage feel. “Did I used to play guitar?” She strummed a few strings, creating a discordant sound.

I took the old guitar from her hands and cradled it in my arms, looking at Christine. “Would you like to hear a song?”

Christine’s face brightened, and she nodded eagerly. Christopher, slightly surprised, turned to me. “You play guitar?”

I smiled without speaking and gently strummed the strings. A classic melody filled the small room.

Though Christine had lost her memory, as soon as she heard the song, she softly hummed along, clearly recognizing it. When the song finished, I wiped the guitar, sighing. “This guitar is nice, but it’s been sitting here collecting dust. Such a waste.”

Christopher looked at me in shock. “Hayley, for some reason, you remind me of someone I know,” he said, his sharp gaze locked on me.