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?

and calm, but he seemed difficult to talk to. No woman could stand a temper like

to look at

resembled an ideal

love and righteousness,

are you looking at me like that?"

I just feel

not expect to be praised by me. He looked

car pulled up in front of the Granger

home." The car came to a stop

subconsciously. I was not used sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

this. "I can do it

moment before he

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

afraid of being

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

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

human's subconscious would

"What do you remember?"