Lily was carefully considering what to say to the young man. She didn't fully trusted him yet but she needed to discover as soon as possible who she was and what had happened to her. The debutante's bal would be happening soon and she had to go. She was sure that the event would help uncover her memories. No pain no gain, she would have to take the risk in order to get what she needed.
She exhaled and decided to tell him the truth.
"I had flashes, I believe some memories came back to me and it brought me great pain which led to my fainting."
"Memories? Are you sure? What memories?" SongJae was worried and intrigued now.
"Nothing big, just something about a bal of debutantes. I think I must go to learn more."
As soon as he heard it, SongJae felt as if a knife had nicked his heart. He still maintained his composure. With his poker face on, Lily couldn't guess that she had caused him so pain. She hesitantly smiled at him, her big eyes fixated on him. She was looking like an adorable puppy.
"SongJae could you help me go? I can't be in your care forever. I must regain my independence at some point. It's already been weeks now that I am resting. I am sure I am strong enough."
With her pleading voice, SongJae couldn't resist anymore. He was already willing to help her when she smiled at him. He reluctantly nodded to her request.
"I will see what I can do. But if we go, as your fiancé, I'll be your escort! You must promise to listen to me and follow me without restriction when we leave the bal. This is non-negotiable. If you don't want, we don't need to go."
Lily didn't want to make any promise. After all, she might meet friends or family. But she also understood it was impossible to argue his terms. Clearly if she wasn't agreeing, she wouldn't get the opportunity.
" I.. promise to listen to you!"
"Good girl! We still don't know what happened to you during the time you disappeared and I don't want to put you in unnecessary danger. There are ennemies lurking in the shadows."
Lily could feel the genuine care in his voice. She felt a tiny tad guilty but it was too late.
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The madman was fixated on a screen. A scene was replaying, stuck in an endless loop. You could see a young girl strolling through a garden of flowers, sun rays were playing in her hair, highlighting her black hair with dark brown to purple accents. A lazy smile was floating in her delicate face, making anyone who looked at her wondering if she was an illusion. Her long fingers were caressing in passing the flowers' petals.
The madman was consumed with an intense lust. He wished it was him her fingers had touched. The young lady's head turned and her eyes faced the camera. It was as if she was looking directly at him, in his soul. She was his obsession. The young lady opened her mouth but at the moment where sound should have come out, she was back strolling in the garden.
The madman raised his fingers to touch the screen and kept looking at her with longing and lust, unable to step away.