Chapter 2
Category:
Romance
Author:
AylaWords:920Update time:25/05/26 19:55:30
Too scary, I woke up and my sixteen years of youth had been exchanged for an unlucky little jerk that I had somehow forgotten.
It's like using all your savings to buy a piece of meat only to have a dog snatch it away.
"At least I still have this face. I can't believe I'm still so good-looking at thirty-four."
I gazed at my own face in a trance. How perfect! Flawless! My face is a true rose of human beauty!
Talisa Moore rolled her eyes elegantly. "Looks like you've really lost your memory!"
"Why?"
"Because your persona now is a cold, sarcastic, and sophisticated woman, not a naive and stupid one."
I glared at her. "You're the naive and stupid one."
Talisa flicked her wavy hair. "I'm the femme fatale who brings down all the men!"
……
But, "Didn't your dream used to be getting into the top University? How did you end up becoming a celebrity?"
Talisa: "Ideals are like boats, they capsize easily."
"And now I'm walking on water with these chains linking the boats."
I looked blankly at her."What? What do you mean?"
Talisa paused for a few seconds. "Liked uneducated kid, don't ask questions you shouldn't."
I retorted angrily, "I'm thirty-four!"
Talisa laughed. "You're not saying you're eighteen anymore?"
Honestly, it's still hard to accept. My last memory was of myself lying in bed taking a nap after finishing the SAT at eighteen.
"Do I really have a son?"
"As real as can be, fake ones come with a tenfold refund!"
Thinking about how that handsome guy looks ready to turn the world upside down, I shook my head hastily.
"No, no, no. One is already enough trouble!"
"How old is he?" I asked.
Talisa said, "Fifteen!"
Though I was mentally prepared, I still drew in a sharp breath.
"He's fifteen and I'm thirty-four, which means I gave birth to him at nineteen? Was I that rebellious?"
Talisa nodded in agreement. "Very rebellious."
"Weren't my parents against it?"
Talisa hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back.
My heart sank, and my eyes immediately welled up.
"My parents, they..."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't jump to conclusions." Talisa stopped me. "Uncle and Aunt are doing well! It's just that they cut ties with you when you insisted on having the child instead of continuing your studies. You haven't been in touch for all these years."
I murmured "Okay," feeling a pang of sadness in my heart.
No wonder when I took out my phone to seek help, I subconsciously didn't want to call them.
Talisa: "Any other questions?"
I hesitated. "So, uh, what about my husband? Who is he? Is he handsome? Are we close?"