My "Amnesiac" Ex's Delightful Crash-Out のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Alfred raised his glass and drained half the wine."Ignore her. Let's see how long she can keep acting tough!" he snarled.The crowd sensed the chill and decided to stir things up."Hear, hear! Why waste our time thinking about her? We should drink. Maybe she'll snap and run back here later, begging for forgiveness."…Iris had a strange dream.A man stood before her with a blurred face. She clung to him, pressing her feverish cheeks against his neck.His strong hands tried to pry her away as he muttered, "Why are you taking advantage of me now?"In the dream, Iris' half-lidded eyes traced the sharp line of his throat. Her gaze drifted upward. Just as his features began to come into focus, a low rumble jolted her awake.Iris opened her eyes. Her throat felt painfully dry. She sat up at once and drank half a glass of water, but her stomach growled even louder.She picked up her phone and scrolled through the available delivery menus. Nothing appealed to her.Ever since she ha

Even in these cases, such clients still made sure to slot some form of entertainment and relaxation into their schedules. No one had ever treated a vacation purely as work the way this guy did.Iris reviewed the agendas she had been given and selected the perfect conference room for him. She called the Sales and Service Center to make the reservation."Make a note there. I'll personally handle the preparation of refreshments," she said."Ooh. Sounds like big cheese this time, huh, Miss Deputy Director?""Hey. Stop. Don't call me that!" Iris shot back."Why not? I mean, look at you. You're amazing, man. We're all betting you'll get promoted to Deputy Director soon, Iris!""Huh. We'll see about that," she replied, keeping her tone neutral."Anyway, I heard from Robin that you've somehow opened your third eye and realized you should totally dump your secret boyfriend. That's true, right? Does that mean our manager finally has a chance?"Iris heard a man coughing very conspicuously

Then Alfred would shower her with gifts. Sometimes, they were small plush toys. Sometimes, they were desserts he picked up on his way back. The gifts were eclectic and random, never anything expensive, but to Iris, they meant the world. She believed each one reflected his sincere thoughtfulness.Now, looking back, the truth felt painfully obvious. Alfred had never seriously considered making their relationship public. He had chosen those gifts for one reason only: they were available everywhere in the city. They were so ordinary that no one could trace them back to a specific buyer. No one could ever deduce that Alfred and Iris had been together.She dug her nails into her palms. The sharp pain snapped Iris out of her thoughts and steadied her breathing. She met his scornful gaze and offered a bitter smile to herself, but she said nothing.The Sinclairs had raised her for years despite having no obligation to do so. Any defiance would mark her as an ingrate.Besides, who would ever

Iris had once wanted to be one of the Sinclairs, simply because that was Alfred's family. That realization should have hurt.At present, though, she felt nothing.She looked at Deborah, then at Alfred, and replied with polite composure, "Understood. I'm very sorry to have caused you any confusion, Big Brother Freddy. I've always seen you as a brother as well. I wish both you and Miss Quinn a wonderful relationship going forward."She should have called Alfred her brother from the very beginning, on the day she first arrived. Now, at last, the timing felt right. After all, Alfred had been pretending to suffer from amnesia.Alfred leaped to his feet. "What the hell did you just call me?""My big brother, Freddy," Iris answered sweetly. "That's how Madam Hillary introduced you on the day I arrived. You may have forgotten because of your amnesia."He said nothing, but his expression made his displeasure clear.Iris ignored him."If you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving now," she said.

Kieran’s face lay half-hidden in shadow. At intervals, crisscrossing light from outside caught his eyes and lit them briefly.Iris suddenly felt like prey that had already been caught."Listen. Don’t make any response or clarification online recklessly," he said at last, breaking the silence.The sudden advice only deepened her confusion.Soon after, they reached her apartment building.Relieved, Iris started to take off the jacket and spoke quickly. "Okay. Got it. Bye, Kieran.""Put it on.""Thanks, but I—""Return it to me after you’ve cleaned it," he cut in. His tone left no room for argument.Iris considered it and nodded. "O-Okay. I will."She bolted from the car as fast as she could.Only then did Kieran’s assistant turn toward the backseat. "Did you really have to scare her with that pocket knife, sir?"Kieran rubbed his fingers together without a word, as though savoring the sensation."Miss McGuire’s attitude toward Mr. Alfred seems quite… well?"Kieran frowned.