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?

cold and calm, but he seemed difficult to

I couldn't help but turn to look at Irvin who was sitting next

resembled

and righteousness,

like that?" Irvin looked a little awkward under

"Nothing, I just feel like

to be praised by me. He looked down and said, "Is that

in

a stop and Irvin

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before he sat back down

I was not used to being close to this man, but my mind warned me that he was my lover

of being entangled

got out of the car as soon as I could. I stood at the gate with my back turned towards Irvin and let out a long

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

human's subconscious would

"What do you remember?"