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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.
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Chapter 1
He practically fled the room.
I couldn’t help but sigh. Being a grad student these days seems so tough. A message from your advisor is like a summons from the grim reaper.
Mr. Evans returned just then, surprised to find me alone. “Christian left?”
I nodded, smiling. “Yes. He said he’d be back later.”
Mr. Evans looked relieved, then began to discuss the next steps with me.
“The doctor thinks it would be best for a family member to come to the hospital.”
“Your parents are abroad and can’t get back right away. Should I contact your brother?”
Brother?
I have a brother?
Seeing my blank expression, Mr. Evans looked as if he expected it. He took my phone, tapped the screen a few times, and handed it back.
“This is your brother.”
I looked down.
A profile picture of a beagle wearing sunglasses stared back at me.
The contact name: “Human ATM”
09:10 0
Our chat history was sparse, mostly consisting of transfer records from him. And whenever someone made me angry, he was the first to take care of it, with the spe-
ed of a paid subscription service.
“Flora, you probably don’t remember, but Derek is your brother. Not by blood, he was adopted by your parents.”
“He’s three years older than you and has always taken good care of you,” Mr. Evans explained.
I understood. I sent a message to the contact.
[Bro.]
He replied almost instantly.
With fifty consecutive question marks.
I didn’t understand his surprise, but I dutifully typed on.
[Are you free right now?]
Human ATM: [Yeah! What’s up? Who bullied you again?]
Human ATM: [Send me their info, I’ll go sort them out.]
Human ATM: [Need cash? Sending it now.]
Human ATM: [Also what did you just call me? Can you say it again TvT…]
What a strange brother. And what a strange request.
But I obliged him: [Brother, can you come to the hospital?]
Another string of question marks appeared.
Then, a voice call request popped up.
I’ve always hated answering calls. Amnesia hadn’t changed that.
I ruthlessly declined it.
Human ATM: [? Why didn’t you answer? What happened?]
Human ATM: [Is this a scammer?!]
Human ATM: [Phone scammers can rot in hell. Give her phone back or I’ll end you.]
Me: [Don’t want to answer the phone. Too lazy.]
Human ATM: [Oh, it’s you.]
Me: [I have amnesia.]
Another row of question marks. It really fit his profile picture.
Human ATM: [So do you still remember who I am?]
was getting annoyed. [Yes, you’re my brother, aren’t you?]
