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?

looked cold and calm, but he seemed difficult to talk to.

to look at Irvin who was sitting

resembled

love and righteousness, and was

looking at me like that?" Irvin looked a little awkward

I just feel like you

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

car pulled up in front of the

a stop

my neck subconsciously. I was not used sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early

like this.

moment before he sat back down and

being close to this man, but my mind warned

was afraid of being entangled

of the car as soon as I could. I stood at the

been half a month since I woke up and unconsciously accepted Irvin's intimate touch. Still, my body subconsciously rejected this intimacy with

human's subconscious would

"What do you remember?"