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?

calm, but he seemed difficult to talk to. No woman

but turn to look at

comparison, Irvin resembled an ideal

righteousness, and was gentle and

that?" Irvin looked a little

"Nothing, I just feel like

did not expect to be praised by me. He looked down and said, "Is that

in

home." The car came to a stop and Irvin unbuckled my

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to like this. "I can

a moment before he sat back

body told me that I was not used to being close to this man,

of being entangled

I stood at the gate with my back turned towards Irvin

my body subconsciously rejected this intimacy with Irvin and as the

subconscious would

"What do you remember?"