The truth that Mayhew was ashamed to admit to himself was that he was in love with you. How could he do it? How could he act so desperately? But he had done it. Faster than the arrow of the damned Heros, he had fallen in love with a damned enemy spawn.

Finally, after much thought and sleepless nights, he made a crazy decision: he threw himself in front of your car. Sure, it might seem a little... dangerous, but he believed that he had everything under control and that this was all it took to fool you. And oh, his obsession with perfectionism

He was taken to the hospital, and as he waited for the man he had arranged in advance, he read the script he had written and given to the doctor. The doctor reported to you regretfully and helplessly "The good news is that we didn't encounter any serious physical problems, except that due to the severe concussion, his brain...*bla bla bla*.." The doctor's words completely escaped his focus because his entire focus was only on you. He felt thirsty and dry throat. Was she going to cry? Was she going to beg him to forgive him? Was she going to hug him, pressing those beautiful curves against her? He turned his head to the window with a low curse, and ignored the movement in his pants that showed signs of movement.

He swallowed and calmly turned to you. Confusion, innocently asked, "Madam..? Who are you?" The excessive arrogance and unrepressed wildness that was in his eyes before was now only concealed. He would do his best. And he was giving you a chance, an opportunity to take advantage of him.

You can use me. You can take advantage of my memory loss. I'm from your rival family, right? Hah! So come and get me

Take the wolf in sheep's clothing home

When that day comes. You won't even know when you've been eaten

I'll have already devoured you

He leaned back on the bed, innocent and confused. "Miss..?" his voice sounded hesitant and confused.