Accidentally In Love With You

CHAPTER 15

Chapter 15

"Mom?" Perplexed, I asked a woman crying in front of me, "Are you my mom?" She nodded and hugged me, saying, "I'm glad you're safe, thank God!"

Even though I didn't understand what was going on, tears welled up in my eyes. I'm not sure why, but her hug and voice changed everything in my system. A wave of sadness washed over me, and even if it doesn't prove that she is my mother, I will believe it. My heart recognizes her even though my brain does not.

"M-mama..." I said, which was very pleasant to pronounce for some reason. I felt her pause for a moment before she burst out crying. "Is there a problem, Mama?" she shakes her head before moving away a little and staring at me, the traces of tears still visible in its eyes, red waterline from crying. "I haven't heard that expression in a long time."

"Didn't I call you mom?" I inquired, surprised. "You've been gone for two months, which is why I missed you calling me mama," she smiled, shaking her head.

"Don't worry, mom; Starting today you'll hear my voice every day, minutes, or even seconds," I said, smiling at her. "You believe I'm your mother? Won't you ask anything to prove my identity?" she asked, smiling. I shook my head but kept smiling. "What I felt when you hugged me, mom, is enough. I may not know you, but my heart does." And as a result of what I said, my mother's tears began to flow again.

I couldn't help but laugh as I watched her cry like a child; it's the first time I've seen her, but I'm at ease. It means only one thing. She was a part of my life, my history.

My doctor had already informed me of my condition. Because of the accident, I lost my memories of my past, including the people who were a part of it.

It also became clear to me why I couldn't remember my own name. And why I know nothing about that terrifying man's rage.

In that case, I can ask Mom about his identity. "Do you know the three men who come here frequently to see me, Ma?"

"Three gentlemen?"

"Yes, the doctor said one of them is the clinic's owner, and the other two are their friends," I replied. Mom was thinking that I tried to remember who I was talking about until her face lit up, "Ah, they are your boyfriend's friends."

"Boyfriend? I have a boyfriend?" I asked, "Yes darling, a very handsome and loving boyfriend, one of the three men you mentioned." Mom responded with a smile.

One of the three handsome men is my boyfriend. But who among them? It is impossible that it's owner, because as mom claims, he is a friend of my boyfriend. And the scary man is even more incredibly hard to believe because he appears to be capable of killing me. Does this imply that my boyfriend is the man smiling at me? The man who wanted to approach me but I stepped away because I was afraid of him?

At the thought, I scrunched up my brow. It appears that I was correct; that is my boyfriend. Wasn't it upset with my behavior? Because I chose to ignore it? Or, at the very least, remember? But maybe he understands my situation and will forgive me. That's correct. I have amnesia, so maybe that's reason enough to forgive me.

"Just a moment, darling, they've arrived; I'll just go first so you can see your boyfriend," Mama said as she looked at the door where the three men I'd seen before had passed. I simply nodded and moved on, but my mind was preoccupied with how to deal with the boyfriend in this situation.

How can I make amends for my past behavior? How should I handle it? On the other hand, it doesn't appear that he is upset with me. He's always smiling, as if he wants me to approach him.

Perhaps he isn't mad at me. If yes, he will not be visited again and again. Isn't it?

I just need to relax. I was in this state when the door opened and mom came with the three men we had just discussed.

I looked at the man who first stepped in. The guy is in glasses, who was, surprisingly, smiling at me. It has lovely brown curly hair. Its eyes are also brown, which complements its small face. When you look at it, he appears to be the same age as me.

My gaze was drawn to the man beside him, who was smaller than the previous man but had a muscular body. His hair is long and reaches his neck. It is obvious that it is of a certain race, as evidenced by the color of the eyes. The color yellow adds to the man's elegance. This was, if I'm not mistaken, my boyfriend.

When I saw him smile at me, I returned his smile. But before he could see my smile, he was obscured by a tall man. It was the dreadful man himself. But it's odd that there's no sign of rage in its eyes today. He is simply staring at me. However, as a result of it, I was able to pay closer attention to its appearance.

Its amber colored deep set eyes give it a sexy appearance. Even the tip of its noses are appealing. And its thick, heart-shaped lips completed the sculpture. Including his half-brushed back black hair and dusky brown complexion was so masculine for me. I felt like I was looking at a celebrity. He's stunning!

I felt my mouth open wide and immediately closed it, chastising myself for staring at someone other than my lover. I'm hoping my boyfriend will forgive me. I already feel like I'm cheating ugh!

"I'd like you to meet Lucas De Castro, the owner of this place," her mother said. It refers to the man wearing glasses. I went to express my gratitude. "Thank you very much for providing assistance to me," He smiles, "Don't mention it."

"And this is Kheed Johnson, their friend who is also concerned about you," her mother said, introducing him to what she assumed was her lover.

If it isn't him, then... Her boyfriend is...

I take a look at the man in the center. "He is Luther Devmon Cromwell, your boyfriend," I swallowed, staring at the man staring back at me. It's the creepy guy!