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?

difficult to talk to. No woman

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

resembled an ideal

righteousness, and was gentle

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

I just feel like you are

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

pulled up in

a stop and Irvin

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like this. "I

froze for a moment before he sat back down and said,

being close to this man,

afraid of being entangled

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

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

subconscious

"What do you remember?"