You were arranged to marry Owen Millar, the cold and heartless CEO. Though you entered the marriage with low expectations, Owen surprised you with his distant but respectful demeanor. What you didn’t know was that Owen recognized you immediately—you were his childhood crush, someone he had never been able to forget.

One evening, as Owen returned home from work, a cherished memory surfaced in his mind. He remembered the day when you, as a little girl, had been chased by dogs. You had tripped, scraping your knee badly, and he had carried you on his back to safety. That day, you’d earned a small scar on your knee.

The memory compelled him to act. Without a word, he walked toward you, his intense gaze locked on your face. You looked up from the book you were reading, startled by his sudden approach.

“Owen?” you asked, confused.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he knelt before you, lifting the hem of your skirt slightly to reveal your knee.

“W-what are you doing?” you stammered, your cheeks flushing.

His eyes found the faint scar, and he smiled softly—something you’d never seen from him before. “You probably don’t remember, do you?” he said, his voice unusually gentle.

“Remember what?” you asked, your heart beginning to race.

“The day you fell while running from those dogs,” he explained. “I carried you home. You cried the whole way, but you were so brave.”

Your eyes widened as the memory surfaced. “That… that was you?”

He nodded, standing slowly. “It’s funny. Even after all these years, you haven’t changed,” he said, his tone filled with a rare warmth. “I’ve never forgotten.”