A Familiar Feeling
"Riri…" Out of the blue, a familiar voice called out.
It was as though there was a telepathic connection, Derila woke up abruptly and raised her head to look at Daemon with her eyes still half-closed. Complicated emotions swirled in her heart.
This beautiful face really does look familiar…
All of a sudden, a strange yet familiar feeling rose to her chest.
"Is Mr. Lierger awake?"
Charles's voice broke the romantic atmosphere.
Derila snapped out of her daze and retracted her gaze before pushing herself off the floor.
"How's Mr. Lierger?" Charles asked anxiously. "I thought I heard him speak just now?"
Derila did not reply immediately. Instead, she placed the back of her hand on Daemon's forehead to assess his temperature. "His fever is gone."
"That's great." Both Charles and Harrison felt a weight being lifted off their shoulders.
Derila then turned her gaze to the clock on the wall, noticing that it was already seven thirty in the morning. "I'll go take a nap. You guys can help him clean his body with warm water, and prepare some broth for him when he awakes."
"Alright, I'll have someone on it immediately."
With that being said, Harrison quickly went around to give orders.
"Would Mr. Lierger's fever spike again?" Charles pressed on.
"That remains unknown." Derila yawned. "The virus will come and go. Not to mention, viruses mutate. No one can predict what will happen next."
"Hey, you…" Before Charles could say anything else, Derila had dragged her exhausted body out of the room.
Charles was utterly furious. "Why are you always so against her?" Seeing Charles's reaction, Harrison asked.
"Just look at her attitude!" snapped Charles.
"She's telling the truth, and the truth is often ugly." Out of the two, Harrison was obviously more composed and open-minded. "We're so used to the precious doctors beating around the bush that her brutal honesty comes off a bit too strong."
Harrison's reasoning managed to shut Charles up. After all, it did make sense.
"Alright, enough. Let's take care of Mr. Lierger first."
"Okay, " agreed Charles.
In the meantime, Derila truly had been worn out. The moment she reached her room, she collapsed onto her bed right away.
Just then, she recalled that she had once again forgotten the necklace.
Guess I'll have to wait till next time.
However, since she had found out that her identity was Derilo, the necklace no longer seemed to hold the same weight as it did before.
But what else have I forgotten?
As the thoughts flowed in her mind, Derila drifted into a slumber.
Once again, she had a dream. Or rather, she had a nightmare. In the nightmare, a crowd of angry people were after her life.
Suddenly, a huge force fell on the back of her head. After that, she could remember nothing…
The back of her head began to ache in response.
Derila jolted awake. She gasped for air and kept her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Her heart was still pounding against her ribcage.
She had been having that dream repeatedly for some time now.
And every time she woke up from the dream, there would be a sharp and unbearable pain at the back of her head.
Deep in her soul, she knew that the incident had something to do with her memory loss.
However, she could not place her finger on the reason people wanted to kill her. Wasn't she just a doctor living a peaceful and undisturbed life?
Just as she was lost in thoughts, a knock came from her door. Following suit, the voice of a maid called out. "Dr. Feroma, His Highness has invited you for lunch!"
Derila rolled over to sit up. Eyeing the clock on the wall with narrowed eyes, she realized it was already noon.
"Be there in a minute."
Just in time. I'd love to find out more about the past.
"Alright, I'll be waiting for you out here, " replied the maid respectfully.
After freshening up and changing into a suitable outfit, Derila put on a mask and exited the room while yawning.
"This way!" Four maids were waiting outside her door to welcome her.
Derila tailed behind lazily. Once in a while, she would rub her eyes and yawn, completely out of place in the luxurious atmosphere.
Passing through a long hallway, they reached a grand hall. From afar, Derila could already see Prince William seated in front of a long table with two people standing behind him, waiting to be of service.
As for the maids, they were busy serving the scrumptious food onto the table.
The mere sight of it all made Derila drool. Just as she was about to make her way there, a familiar voice sounded from behind her. "What is she doing here?"
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