My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1922

After returning home, I took a hot shower and changed into my pajamas. Then, it was time for dinner.

Irvin ordered the servant to prepare a bowl of ginger soup and told me to drink it, "You were in the rain earlier. Warm yourself up."

He picked up the spoon and was ready to feed it to me, but I snatched the bowl from him and said, "I'll do it myself."

Just as I was about to take a sip, a familiar scene flashed across my mind.

In the past, someone had fed me delicately and gently...

I felt a sharp pain in my head and my hands weakened. I almost dropped the bowl, so I put it on the table.

"Are you alright?" Irvin asked, his eyes wide as he stood up from his chair in a hurry. He bent over to help me up.

I reached for my forehead. "My head hurts..."

Irvin narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did you remember something?"

"No..." I trailed off.

The pain came like a gust of wind and dissipated after a while. I let out a long sigh and looked up at Irvin as I asked, "Did you use to take care of me like this when I was sick?" Irvin was suddenly intrigued and turned my question back at me, "What do you think?"

The corners of my mouth twitched. Irvin was always considerate and would not joke around under such a situation. "Well, as you know, I've forgotten everything," I reminded him. "Whatever happened in the past doesn't matter," Irvin said before blowing on the ginger soup and bringing it to my mouth. "It's getting cold."

While we ate, I thought of Hendrix and Wynn, and I took the opportunity to do a little gossiping. "Although Hendrix is the richest man in the district and is constantly occupied with work, he is also very concerned about his son. He picks his son up even during his working hours."

Irvin's eyes flickered as he paused from picking up the food. "What kind of person do you think Hendrix is?" He asked.

"It depends. As a father, he's not bad. Although he makes mistakes, his heart is devoted to his child. However, his character is quite strange to an outsider. He's unpredictable and so it's difficult to get along with him. I don't know if he's like this in front of the child though," I analyzed thoughtfully, completely unaware of how immersed I was about this father-and-son duo.

"I see..." Irvin answered fleetingly and did not say anything more.

When I looked up, I found that he was absentminded.

"What's up with you?" I sputtered. I rarely saw him lost in his thoughts in front of me, so I asked out of concern, "Are there any problems at work?"

"Nothing, it's fine," Irvin assured as he smiled and picked out a piece of fish meat for me. "Let's eat."

He did not say anything else, and I did not think much of it. We ate in silence, but our speculations towards each other persisted.

After lunch, Irvin handed me a magnetic card while we were watching television in the living room.

I took it and found that it was a

brand-new identification Card set

portrait shot of me and an

айх

identification number, as welbas my name, Ariane Reid.

This was the first time I personally saw my name.

I felt a gush of strangeness and familiarity.

"This will be your identity in the future. You will write your own happiness and sorrows. You own your life. Do you like your name?" Irvin asked

softly.

For people who had lost their

memories, there was no better aide

than this. I accepted it with pleasure while gushing, "Thank you, I like it very much."

The next morning, after seeing Irvin off, I prepared to go out for a stroll.

As soon as exited the gate, I noticed a black BMW parked on the opposite side of the road. Beside the car stood a man clad in a suit and leather shoes, who was staring at meintently.

After a while, the man approached me.

"Hi there," he greeted.

"Hello," I answered in confusion, "What can I do for you?"