“Why are you pretending not to know me?”
Lariana, who had been living as a maid with lost memories while being pregnant, was confronted by a man who bore a striking resemblance to her son.
“What are you talking about? I really don’t know you.”
“I was wrong. So please, don’t pretend not to know me.”
This man, who is a duke of the empire…
Why does he plead as if he knows her well, a mere maid?
Why does he beg as if he had been abandoned by her?
“Duke, do you happen to know me?”
“Lariana?”
“…I have lost my memory.”
The fear of being abandoned that had gripped him moments ago seemed to vanish. His expression was now filled with joy and delight. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he laughed.
“I am your husband.”
