12. Ambiguous and Unobtrusive
āOh, yes, did you hear? Thereāll be a school reunion next month.ā
āN, no, I havenāt…ā
āIām planning to go. Why donāt you go, too, Viola?ā
āOtherwise, I wouldnāt know when I can see you again.ā Although he smiled, he seemed troubled.
That dayās evening party was already taxing enough, much less a reunion. I definitely didnāt want to go to an association filled with my alumni acquaintances. When I was wondering what to say, I heard a cute and bubbly voice saying, āBrother!ā
āYou suddenly start walking with tremendous speed, I lost track of you! You really made me search for you, older brother! Without you, those extras keep pestering me. I feel really annoyedāOh, Viola! Good day!ā
It was Laura, Cyrilās little sister. She smiled at me.
From the beginning, she had an angelic beauty, more so when she gave her greeting. Hence why I was quite surprised when the adorable Laura spouted rude things in an annoyed voice.
āIām Laura, Cyrilās little sister. Earlier, Iāve heard that Viola doesnāt remember anything because of the accident. If thereās anything we can do to help, do tell.ā
āThank you for your concern.ā
While being impressed by Lauraās kindness, I was still pondering about the reunion. That was when my name was called. Turning around, I saw Philip coming towards me.
āPhil.ā
ā…Huh?ā
When I involuntarily muttered his name, Cyril, who was before me, leaked an astonished voice.
That might had been the first time I had ever addressed Philip like that in public.
If I didnāt refer to him that way, he refused to respond. Thus, it became an embarrassing habit of mine.
āHey, Violaāā Before Cyril could finish his sentenceā
āāweāre going home.ā
āWhat?ā
Interjecting Cyrilās words, Philip took my hand.
As soon as he joined us, those were the words Philip said. Could it be, there was something urgent?
āHey, Philip, how about a greeting?ā
āWe just met the other day.ā
āLetās talk a little more. I want to talk to Viola, too.ā
āYou canāt.ā
When I glanced back as my arm was pulled, Cyril showed a smile as he waved. āSee you again.ā
Trapped in an indescribable atmosphere, we were now sitting next to each other and were being swayed by the carriage on our way home.
My hand, which remained within his grip, felt terribly uncomfortable. Not to mention, Philip had been silent ever since.
ā…Cyril, heāā
It was when we were halfway home. Philip finally opened his mouth. I returned with, āYes?ā
āIn the past, Iām positive… that you hated him.ā
āHuh?ā
For the first time today, he lied.
For some reason, in a vague and unobtrusive way.
I didnāt hate Cyril.
After being confessed to, that was the first time I had ever met him in a long while. It ended up being awkward.
I didnāt know why Philip would tell such a lie.
āThatās why, the two of you shouldnāt talk too much.ā
After saying such a thing, Philip kept holding my hand until we arrived at the mansion.
Once again, silence descended.
Once a year, around that time, an event called the flower festival was held in our kingdom.
The city would be with flowers, people, and stalls.
On that day, it was customary for men to give women bouquets and for women to give men handkerchiefs embroidered with flowers.
In the case of the aristocracy, even if they werenāt lovers but were instead engaged, it was normal to give each other flowers. But Philip and I had never exchanged anything.
There was no problem if someone were to give a person whom was already engaged a flower during that day. That was considered normal, especially when it was a person they were indebted to.
That was why, every year, Philip would receive countless handkerchiefs. Because refusing it was rude, the amount of handkerchiefs he had was enough to last the rest of his life.
More than that, my embroidering skill was catastrophic. At my academy, I remembered being told by the teacher, āAt this rate, youāll become an embarrassment of a bride!ā I practiced quietly, but didnāt improve much.
Therefore, every year, unlike other ladies, I didnāt spend the day leading up to the flower festival being busy.
āOriginally, you liked plumeria. But now that you donāt remember it, do you still like it?ā
That year, he visited my house. He brought a lot of flowers. What brought that change in him?
Not to mention, I had never told him about my favorite flowerāhow did he know? By the way, I received said explanation regarding the flower festival from him.
āThe other day, my maid committed a blunder when she was doing my laundry. All the handkerchiefs Iāve received are ruined. How unfortunate.ā
āI see.ā
āIndeed. Itād be better if the handkerchief has something sewn on it.ā
He straightforwardly appealed for a handkerchief, and roundaboutly requested for it to be embroideredāwhich was unreasonable. Swallowing the words that, āI should just buy it.ā I replied. āAlright.ā
I didnāt know what caused the abrupt change with him. But now that he had gone that far, why didnāt he just clearly say he wanted a handkerchief?
In the end, the words, āGive me a handkerchief.ā Never left his mouth. He just told me to make an appointment with him on the day of the flower festival and went home with heavy shoulders.
What was wrong with him?
ā…ā
Somehow, I felt obliged. If after receiving his bouquet, I didnāt give him a handkerchief, thatād be uncouth of me.
That night, as a result of my anxiety, I gently took out the sewing box that had been stored in the back of the shelf.
***T/N: …Phil, you see (Dhar Mann’s video style), healthy relationship isn’t build on rewriting the memories of your supposed amnesiac fiancee to your own convenient…
Husband lies to amnesiac wife instantly regrets it
Both of them are making me anxious..
Both of them are making me so anxious..
Phil stop it!
You lie about your feelings for each other, even though is meed up, I forgive because of plot and you are really trying now and you’re cute but lying about her relationships with other people is unredeemable. -.-
Boi, lies won’t last long. Uh, the girl is lying too
The girl is lying to get away from him, he is lying to attempt to brainwash her. I honestly can’t see anything cute or romantic in this so far.
I wonder when she’s going to come clean about her amnesia… granted that their situation has become tricky with both of them lying but wouldn’t it be better to talk it out? Clean the air? Clear the table?… I think dragging this on will just make things difficult…
Phil Is so worried, so cute š thank you for the chapter ?
This guyyyyyyyy, what would he do if someone directly revealed he’s lying about specific memories
He would have panic attack