- 2.
The first person I saw when I woke up was Mr. Evans. He had been running around handling my paperwork and contacting my parents, so I had already developed a
certain trust in him.
And Christian didn’t look like he was joking.
A secret joy bloomed in my heart. My ideal type had just transformed into my fiancé.
I’ve hit the jackpot!
It must be true, then. Even with amnesia, you still fall for the one you were always meant to be with.
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When Mr. Evans stepped out to take a call, Christian placed the food container on the small table and handed me a bowl and chopsticks.
“Eat first.”
I glanced at the food and smiled. “What a coincidence, these are all my favorites.”
Christian ladled soup into my bowl, his voice even.
“It’s not a coincidence. This is the menu you specifically requested this morning.”
My guilt returned. “… Was it too much trouble for you?”
Christian wiped his hands with a napkin, his tone detached. “It’s not just today that’s been a trouble.”
“I’m used to it.”
A wave of pity washed over me. I tugged on his sleeve. “Then let’s eat together?”
Christian’s body stiffened.
He rubbed his nose and cleared his throat. “I only bought one serving.”
I was confused again. “Don’t we usually eat together?”
Christian turned to look out the window. “…We do. I just… already ate today.”
I didn’t doubt him and ate with peace of mind.
While he was drinking some water, I chattered away between bites of food.
“You know, Christian, the first time I saw you, I felt like I was starting to remember things.”
He choked on his water, coughing violently, nearly losing his composure.
“You’re remembering?” Christian’s voice sounded strange, losing the calm self–possession he’d had when he first arrived.
I nodded. “Yes. The moment I saw you, I thought, we look so good together.”
“It really must be because we’re engaged. You truly are my fated husband.”
I grinned. “And even though I have amnesia, my standards for my ideal type haven’t changed.”
“My dream husband is just like you.”
Christian: “…”
A faint blush crept up his handsome face, and the tips of his ears turned crimson.
He shot up from his chair, nearly knocking over the table.
Me. “?”
Christian struggled to compose himself, but his flushed cheeks betrayed his true feelings. He held up his phone.
“Uh… I just got a notification from my research group. I have to go back.”
“I have to turn in some materials for my advisor this afternoon.”
I was very understanding. “Then you should hurry back! I’m much better now. I’ll probably be fine after a little rest this afternoon.”
Christian nodded, his voice softening. “I’ll come back to see you later tonight.”
He practically fled the room.
