Forgot what it felt like to love him.

I shamelessly pursued Christian Davies for four years.

He was utterly fed up. Under his immense pressure, my family nervously sent me abroad.

He had said, “Do whatever it takes to get her to stop bothering me!”

“Otherwise, don’t blame me for showing no mercy.”

Drugs, hypnosis, electroshock therapy…

Those methods were truly effective.

I forgot what it felt like to love him.

Even my memories of him became hazy.

He finally relented, allowing me to return home.

I actively avoided any place he might appear.

Because Mom told me that man with the stunning looks was someone I couldn’t afford to offend.

When I saw him kissing Willow, my sister, I secretly pulled out my phone to take a picture.

His eyes blazed with a fierce, cold fury.

I cowered into the corner, words failing me:

“I’m sorry, I just thought you two looked so good together, totally shippable…”

I didn’t know why.

The stoic man, who rarely showed emotion, his eyes trembled violently.

**1**

After coming back from abroad, I always felt like my brain wasn’t working quite right.

I spent most of my day sleeping.

I thought I might be sick.

Mom comforted me, saying not to worry.

“You’ve always been a little sleepyhead, unlike your sister who’s so disciplined.”

“It’s fine, everyone’s body is different. Just go to sleep if you’re tired.”

I poured myself a large cup of black coffee, hoping to perk up.

But it had no effect.

I tapped my temples, frustrated, when the front door rang.

Mr. Henderson, the butler, said:

“Miss Willow brought Mr. Davies home.”

Dad and Mom’s faces immediately lit up with joy.

Dad eagerly went to greet them.

Mom was about to follow, then suddenly remembered something.

She looked at me, troubled:

“Lily, you…”

I nodded understandingly:

“I know, Mr. Davies doesn’t like me.”

“Willow’s engagement is important. I’ll go upstairs now, I need to catch up on sleep anyway.”

Mom looked at me, yawning, with relief.

I had only walked a few steps when I suddenly remembered I hadn’t picked up my coffee cup.

I wanted to try another cup later.

The moment I turned, I inadvertently met a pair of cold, piercing eyes.

It was almost instinctive.

I forgot all about the coffee cup and ran as fast as I could.

Like my life depended on running away fast enough.

I didn’t stop until I burst into my room and locked the door from the inside.

Then I pushed a table against the door.

Only then did my heart, pounding in my throat, finally settle.

I couldn’t explain why, but seeing Christian always triggered an intense emotion in me:

Fear.

Mom said it was because Christian had a natural air of dominance; anyone around him felt immense pressure.

“Especially someone like you, a born pushover.”

Mom told me not to appear in front of Christian.

“Christian, he doesn’t like people who look cute but are actually slow-witted.”

“His gaze only lingers on excellent girls like your sister.”

“What level is the Davies family on? If we can marry into the Davies family, we could ...