chapter 12.2

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Adria woke up to a pounding headache and inspected her surroundings in her place as she was too drained to get up. She was in a hospital and she didn't even know why. The last thing she remembers is that it was night and she was in her bed, sleeping. Now, it seemed to be night but, not of the same day. She tried to sit but something heavy was on her stomach. It was someone's head?

She sat up with a grunt to see who was sleeping on her belly and tried to wake them up (brutally I may add) but stopped when she realised it was Ven.

'What is he doing here!? What the fuck is happening!??' Adria questioned to herself.

Her memory of that night was gone. But only now, Ven didn't erase it. Due to the severe head injury her memory of that night was gone and she was unconscious. Though she was supposed to be in a coma, Ven helped her recover in a day.
Why? He doesn't know.

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Ven finally woke up after an hour and found himself laying on Adria's lap. He looked up, dazed and caught Adria looking away from staring at him with her cheeks slightly pink.

"Were you staring at me the whole time?" Ven asked smugly with his sleepy husky voice.

But Adria shoved him away, ignoring his question and started her own stream of questions.

"Why am I here? What happened? Why are you here? Did you kidnap me?"

"Why would I kidnap you and bring you to a hospital? Besides I am not dumb enough to take the risk of kidnapping someone as crazy as you." He said with a chuckle which made him receive a death glare from Adria.

He cleared his throat moving uncomfortably in his chair and started rambling the alibi that he had came up with, "Well, an intruder broke into your house and knocked you out. You managed to call me just before he knocked you out and when I reached your house, your head was bleeding. And......that's why I admitted you to the hospital.

You were unconscious for a whole day. I already called your aunt and she would be here tomorrow."

Adria frowned, not wanting to believe that she called him. Though it made sense that she called him because she's always thinking about him, she just couldn't admit it. She would never admit it!

She opened her mouth to protest but closed it not knowing what to say as she didn't have her memories.
Unfair advantage. Isn't it?


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