"I've closed the lease on the new place. I have to get my stuff out of here this week."

"Did you not consider movers?" He asked.

"I don't have a lot of stuff. A couple of trips will save me the money I would spend on the movers. It's unnecessary."

He looked like he wanted to say something but then he decided not to. Instead, he took another box out to the front. Then he went back to take some more.

What is he doing now?

"Ryder... really. I can do this." I said to him.

He grinned at me. "I know. But if I help, you will finish faster."

Is he trying to be cute? But God knows 'cute' is a huge understatement to describe Ryder Van Woodsen!

"Why do you care?" I retorted.

He shrugged. "Maybe because I would like to ask you out to dinner after you're done here. So the sooner we finish the better."

I sighed. What now?

"Why do you want to have dinner with me? Ryder, I can't..." To my surprise, he reached out to take my hand. His touch was gentle. Sincere. I wasn't able to finish my sentence.

"Please, Astrid?" He pleaded.

I looked into his eyes. And somehow, I see the shadow of the man that I love in there. The man that loves me back. Hope flickered inside me.

Hope. Is there still hope for Ryder and me?

I nodded. He smiled at me. "Thank you."

Ryder was making some calls while helping me bring out my boxes. And when I went inside my office to continue boxing some more of our office stuff with Rose and Leilani, he went with me and silently helped.

Then I heard some noise out in the front. I went out and found a huge truck pulling up my driveway. The logo on the truck says General Movers.

I stared at Ryder in disbelief. He grinned at me.

"I told you, I don't want this. This is unnecessary cost for me."

He gave me a crooked smile. "But it's not on you. It's on me."

"Ryder, I don't want to owe you anything!" I said in a frustrated tone.

He grinned at me again. He reached out to push a lock of hair away from my face. "I know. And you don't." He said. "Consider this a treat."

"A treat?" I echoed.

He shrugged. "A treat from your boyfriend."

That irritated me. I pushed him but he was too quick for me, as if he knew I was going to do that. He trapped both my hands against his chest and pulled me closer to him. His expression was mischievous and boyish.

"Astrid..." He said gently. "Did you break up with me before my accident?"

I took a deep breath. I shook my head.

"Did I break up with you?" He asked again.

I shook my head.

He gave me a crooked smile. And then he pulled me closer towards him, snaking one arm around my waist. Then he leaned forward, I can feel his breath on my neck, which caused all the hairs in my body to rise.

"So if we didn't break up, it means we're still a couple. I'm still your boyfriend, Astrid." He said. "Don't forget that, sweetheart." And he planted a soft kiss on my neck, before releasing me.

I felt weak when he pulled away from me. I had to hold on to one of the boxes beside me to support my weight.

Damn it! How can he have such an effect on me? And what game is he playing? He's asking me not forget that he's still my boyfriend, when he was the one who literally forgot that I was his girlfriend.

Ryder turned and gave instructions to the movers.

"Where will they take these boxes?" He asked me. I gave him the exact address.

"So, now, you're free." He said to me.

"But these guys are not yet done."

"Your assistant can watch them. These guys will pack and transport everything to your new place. And then they will unpack everything there. Basically you don't have to worry about a thing. You're free to go out with me now."

I rolled my eyes. He didn't give me a choice. I don't know what game he is playing but to be honest, I was curious. After all, what else can Ryder Van Woodsen do to me that will hurt me even further? I'm practically maxed out!

"Okay, since I've packed away most of my clothes already, I'm going like this!" I said motioning to the jeans, sleeveless turtleneck top and thong sandals that I was wearing. I will make no effort to look glamorous to impress Ryder. The Ryder I know likes me the most when I'm wearing one of his oversized shirts.

He grinned at me. "Do you always look gorgeous in anything you wear?"

I raised a brow at him. Is he... flirting with me?

"You're kidding, right?" I asked.

He smiled and stepped closer to me. "I wish I was." He said. He looked down at me, pushing a lock of hair away from my face again. He looked into my eyes. "Your eyes are beautiful."

"Of course. I'm a witch remember?" I retorted and stepped away from him.

I can't be too close to Ryder. I have to put some distance between us before I literally jump on him and beg him to kiss me like there's no tomorrow.

He stared at me for a moment, watching my face turn the deepest shade of red. Then he grinned. "Your blush is beautiful too, you know. And I like it that I can make you blush."

I groaned. "Ryder, what's going on?" I finally asked. "The last time we saw each other, you were not nearly that nice to me!"

He raised a brow. "I don't think that's true. The last time I saw you I couldn't get my eyes or my hands off you."

I breathed heavily. "Where's the rude guy who thought I was after his money?"

He raised his hand like a boy scout. "Hey, 'asshole mode' still off." He grinned.

Somehow, this Ryder is confusing me. He's every bit as cute and as playful as the first time I went out with him in Miami... the first time I actually changed my mind about Ryder Van Woodsen being snob and obnoxious.

He seems like the old him, but I know he's different. The arrogant guy who woke up at the hospital was so much easier to resist. This Ryder, on the other hand... I live for this man! God, help me!

"Are you going to turn it back on anytime soon? Because I have to be ready, you know! I have to make sure I have enough fire power to snap back at you and enough cab money to get back home when I walk out on you."

Ryder stared at me for a while, and then he laughed, a real heartwarming laugh. "You're amazing Astrid Jacobson! I guess now I understand how you got through my shield the first time around."

I raised a brow at him. Still waiting for his answer.

He took a deep breath and reached out to touch my cheek. "No. I promise. 'Asshole mode'... forever off." He said and my heart could just melt right then and there. He looked so sincere and there was tenderness in the way he stares at me now. The cold, relentless man I met at the hospital was almost gone. "Now, can we go?"

I sighed and then I nodded.

He took me to a restaurant and chose a spot where we have a lovely view of the beach. Tears threatened to brim my eyes. This place was the same restaurant we went to when I first found out who he was. But of course he doesn't remember that.

When I looked at him, he was staring at me, watching my expression. He didn't say anything. But I know he could see that I was on the verge of crying.

"We came here before, didn't we?" He asked quietly.

I bit my lip. "Yes. First time after I found out who you really were. When I found out that you lied to me about being a bartender."

The waiter came and interrupted us. Ryder asked me to order first. I ordered pasta and Ryder ordered salmon.

"Why did you have to move?" He finally asked me.

"The place was too big for me and too expensive. I would rather divert those funds into more important things." I replied.

"You still have my investment." He said gently.

I stared at him and raised a brow. "No. I gave you the check."

He reached for my hand across the table. "I didn't cash it." He said. "And I'm not going to. I was out of line when I pulled it out."

I bit my lip for a moment and then I gently pulled my hand away from his. "Doesn't matter, Ryder. I don't want your investment anymore. I can do this. It will be difficult, I know. But I guess when you pulled the plug on me, I realized that it's time for me to grow a pair and be strong and brave enough to face the challenges in my life alone.

"Every time somebody in my life leaves me... I crumble and fall and I didn't know how to get up. When Bryan and Geena cheated on me, my world just fell apart. When you... forgot about me, I felt like a part of me died and I didn't know how to recover from it." I tried my best not to cry. "I don't want to do that anymore. I have to be strong for myself."

He stared at me for a moment. I can see pain on his face. But he was lost for words again. He didn't know what to say. Of course. He can't imagine how much pain he can cause another human being he doesn't even know.

Hearing myself say those words, I know that it was the right thing to do. Ryder cannot do something out of whim and then change his mind about it and think it's just like clicking the 'undo' button on a computer program.

And besides, I cannot make my life always be a result of the consequences of the actions of the people around me.

Bryan proposed to me, and I set out to become Mrs. Bryan Bryans. What a ridiculous name that is! Then he cheated on me, I became homeless and jobless. Ryder came and invested in me, and I became an entrepreneur. Then he forgets about me and I almost became jobless again.

This cycle has to stop. I have to write my own future. I have to be who I am, regardless of who comes in and walks out of my life.

I looked at Ryder again. He was staring at me. Somehow, I see some admiration in his eyes. He reached out for my hand and squeezed it.

"I know you will not change your mind about my investment." He said. "But neither will I."

I pulled my hand away. "Why? You don't even know why you did it in the first place."

"If I didn't get into that stupid accident, I know we wouldn't even be discussing this. I'm trying to leave everything the way they would have been."

"Impossible." I murmured. "You already changed a lot of things, it's... impossible to bring them back."

Ryder took a deep breath. I know he was getting frustrated. But so am I. I've been through hell these past few months. I didn't want to give up on him. But he's got to let me know what he really wants from me, now that he doesn't even remember me.

"How's your mother and Paris?" I asked, just to change the subject.

"They're good. They miss you." He replied. "I'm going back to New York tomorrow, do you want to come with me?"

Seriously?

"Ryder... I don't think that's a good idea." I said.

"Why not? You are my girlfriend, after all. And my sister and mother both miss you."

I took a deep breath. "Because we're done putting on a show for everyone to see, Ryder." I told him. "You didn't want that. You wanted the real thing. We can't go and show your sister and mother that we're getting along well, when in truth, we could hardly make it out alive when we're with each other. I know you're only enduring me because you have to."

He stared at me for a long while. His eyes were hard and cold. I saw a hint of anger there, but he was trying to control it. "You don't know anything about how I feel right now, Astrid, so don't judge me."

"You're one to talk." I muttered under my breath.

He closed his eyes for a minute and then he continued eating his food without saying another word to me.

I didn't finish half of my food. I was so angry. How could Ryder tell me about judging people? He was the one who was quick to judge me the very first minute he laid eyes on me after his accident.