The Rhyme of the Depositary

TEN

Alice sat frozen in front of Dr. Jack, waiting for the information he will pass on after doing some basic checks on Anson.

"Md. Whites. It seems like my previous guess was right. Mr. Mallory's having retrograde amnesia. A condition in which he loses some of his past memories. But he did not lose cognitive function. In other words, he still remembered who he was, still able to use his basic knowledge and remember all the surrounding conditions. The missing memory of Mr. Mallory was just his latest memory for two years before this" Dr. Jacks.

"Mrs. Mallory thinks that this is January 2018. Remember it went back almost two years. It looks like his brain has blocked the memory from 2018 until now. But other than that, he still remembered all his friends, company and even his daughter. Unfortunately, you are not included from his memory," explained Dr. Jack honest. There was sympathy that he had for Alice.

"I have explained it honestly to Mr. Mallories. I have also told you that you are his future fiancee. All you have to do is stay patient with her, and take her to places where she can remember you."

Alice nodded helplessly.

"Don't be sad Ms. White, this condition is only temporary. Slowly his memory will surely return."

"Alright Ms. White, you can go see him now. I've put him in the hospital room considering his condition is improving quickly"

Alice thanked him and left the room. Jacks. He walked down the aisle to the ward mentioned by Dr. Jacks. There, William looks to be guarding Anson. The butler seemed to have known Anson quite well. They both are talking.

William is still Anson's confidant. Anson's memory of William wasn't erased. Maybe because William has served Anson long enough.

"Hi," said Alice awkwardly, successfully making them turn their head.

"Md. White's." William was polite.

Anson looked at Alice thoroughly. He still felt alien to the woman.

"Rulman, dr. Jack said he was my future fiance, but I don't remember anything. Is that true?" anson asked for reassurance from the butler.

Alice looked down inside. He feels defeated. William must know the truth. She reluctantly recognizes herself as Anson's future fiancee. Will his lie be exposed so soon?

Alice smiled bitterly. He walked backwards intending to leave them. If the lie is to be exposed, Alice does not want to be here. Deteriorated and helpless.

"Yes. It was Alice White. Your fiancee's candidate," said she lowered her head deeper and walked out of this room past Alice.

Alice stared at William's departure with a grateful look. Whatever the reason William supported his lie, Alice should be grateful.

Anson observed Alice's figure for a long time. Wavy red hair, milky-white skin, unique and artistic facial texture, golden eyes, and an almost perfectly grooved beautiful body.

Anson pulled a lip, smiling sincerely. Something new this time he did for Alice.

"Come here" he asked. His voice still sounded weak.

Alice looked at Anson. The man's head was still bandaged. Next to his deformed eyes seemed increasingly gaping with the scars of incisions. Is Anson in pain?

Alice sat in the bedside chair. His fingers clasped each other, trying to behave normally.

"sorry. I don't even remember you at all" he said. Her hand touched the side of Alice's face gently.

Alice seemed to be flinched by the contact Anson made. He looked at Anson increasingly intensely.

"No problem. Isn't this just temporary? " said Alice frankly.

Alice swallowed. If this was indeed temporary, he would make the best use of this short time.

"It's a little bit hard to accept" Anson said a little sharply.

Alice tensed. Does Anson suspect him?

"Then. I'm not gonna force you. If you think this relationship won't work, you can go and leave me." Alice smiled bitterly. Even without his bad memory, Anson still finds it hard to accept.

"I'm sorry. I need time to accept all this." Nada softens.

Alice nodded. What else did he expect? Anson hugged and adored him? Impossible.

Alice stared at the breakfast tray filled with porridge and chicken broth. It seems untouched at all. He took it and offered it to Anson

Anson was silent for a long time. He shook weakly.

"Your body needs food." Alice persuaded.

"Can you leave me alone?" anson Pinta.

Alice pushed her chair back abruptly. There was a loud creaking sound. He stood up, leaving Anson.

"Alice," call Anson gamang.

Alice looked flat. His lips tried to smile.

"Sorry," Anson's pinta weakened. There was guilt in his eyes.

"It's okay," replied Alice lightly.

Alice opened the door, restraining all the rebellious emotions wanting to get out.

From the beginning he knew his position. But why does he still feel pain every time he is rejected.

...

Alice stared at the three cups of coffee beside her. With his eyes closed, he took a sip of the thick black liquid from the last remaining cup. Enjoy the bitter effect and swallow it slowly. A sensation he always liked.

Alice stands on the balcony of the most beautiful hotel room in LA. She enjoyed the winter breeze that started greeting her bare arms. The view of the city below appears as small twinkling lights. Looks seductive. Looks fascinating.

For ten more days Alice had occupied this hotel room as long as she accompanied Anson's care. William has taken care of all his needs. It seems that in addition to being a butler, William is also believed to take care of the financial needs of Anson. Alice in it.

Anson has experienced a lot of development over the past ten days. He also did some basic therapy. Maybe he'll be allowed to come home soon.

Contrary to the development of Anson's health, their relationship actually decreased. Anson still considers Alice a stranger. Their conversations only revolved around basic things. There's no clue their bond just got better.

Initially, Alice hopes that the new status she recognizes as a potential fiance will bring their relationship closer. She was inspired by dramas and series of stories about contract lovers who experienced amnesia, their relationship improved and more romantic. But you can't implement all your actions based on a fictitious story that people make up. In fact, what Alice did instead made their distance widen, forming a chasm that might soon swallow them without a bottom.

The only positive thing that changed after his confession was Anson's attitude that no longer demeaned and belittled him. Anson kept every word he said. Inevitably Alice felt appreciated by the way Anson treated her. At least, his lies earned a little extra points.

Alice brought three empty cups of coffee to the end of the room. His stomach is getting uncomfortable. Probably the effects of excess caffeine. As long as he was here, his cafe consumption became more crazy, while his intake was reduced.

Alice heard the cell phone ringing. Looks like Rachel called for the third time today.

"Yes Rachel" said Alice tired. He was tired physically and emotionally.

"Yes Lord Alice. You finally picked up my phone. I've been thinking maybe you're dead in there and I need to prepare your funeral." Rachel's tone was rising.

"I'd probably be happier if I died now. Unfortunately I am still living very healthy," said Alice bitterly.

"Oh. Is there a problem there? Is Anson's condition worsening?"Rachel was a little worried.

"Condition's improving. Our relationship is deteriorating" Alice said in despair.

"Oh come. Wasn't your relationship bad at the beginning? Don't play any more drama. I told you claiming to be his future fiance is not the right thing. Now go home and take care of your business. Your finances are getting better. Don't leave it too long if you don't want to cause new problems." Rachel sounded worried.

Alice smiled. At least in all the downturn, she still had Rachel as her friend.

"You're right Rachel. Maybe I should just get out of Anson's life and start putting my life back together. Tomorrow I'll try to talk to Anson."

There was a cry of relief from Rachel. Alice laughed and heard the reaction of her theme. It seems like tomorrow he really needs to have a serious talk with Anson.

Alice pressed her stomach to hold back the uncomfortable feeling. Fucking coffee. He should immediately stop his habit of consuming the black liquid.

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