My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I put my hand on my chest and tried to make myself feel better, but I was already spiraling. I slowly leaned my body forward. As the traffic light flashed red, Irvin started up the car. Sensing that something was amiss with me, he asked, "Are you sick?"

I shook my head as I didn't want to go back to the hospital. "It's nothing."

After crossing the intersection, I immediately felt much more relaxed.

Perhaps mood swings were one of the side effects of amnesia.

I turned my head and looked at the rearview mirror. The limousine had turned in another direction, as if our paths would never cross again.

That was right. Those who sat in cars like that were born into wealth. They had been pampered since young and were born to be outstanding in the future. Although I had lost my memories, there was one thing that I could feel deep in my bones -I was not born into a rich family.

I thought of the man who made my eyes brighten, and the words that he had uttered.

"Do you think I, your father, would have eyes for just any woman?"

Was I that unattractive?

But the most important thing was - was that the attitude a father should have when speaking to his own son?

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resembled an ideal

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like that?"

smiled faintly. "Nothing, I just feel like you are a really good

that Irvin did not expect to be praised by me. He looked down

car pulled up in

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he sat back down

being close to this man, but my mind

afraid of

I could. I stood at the gate

and unconsciously accepted Irvin's intimate touch. Still, my body subconsciously rejected this intimacy with Irvin and as the days

human's subconscious would never

"What do you remember?"