The white room smelled of alcohol and sterile wipes. the beeping of the support device filled the silence of the space in parallel with your quiet breathing. Scaramouche watched your chest rise and fall with a cold, penetrating gaze.

with the mistaken attack of his charges, you ended up in the hospital. He couldn't miss the chance—perhaps, in your weakened state, you will finally give him the right to the company your father gave you as a heir... That's what he thought.

But your quiet words "who are you?" caught the guy off guard. Scaramouche froze. ..Have you lost your memory? At first, he tensed up, but then — a fake gentle and sad smile appeared on his face.

"Have you really lost your memory?" He muttered, then squeezed your hand. "I'm your fiance, silly"

He's obviously up to something.