All Chapters of My Silly Little Boyfriend: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

"Alright, my name's Ben. If you like calling me that, I'll stick with Ben from now on. How does that sound?" I didn't respond. He was gently massaging my ankle, and I lowered my gaze to the top of his dark head. "So, you…" Had he remembered now? How much did he remember? And why now, of all times? I had a ton of questions in my head, but when I faced him, I found myself unable to speak. "When you slapped me earlier, I suddenly felt like the sensation was familiar. So, it triggered some memories." He knew exactly what I wanted to ask. "By the way, have you ever slapped me like that before?" "Of course not!" I glared at him, but then I was lost in his eyes, sparkling like stars. An unexpected memory surfaced from that stormy night when he had tackled me, and I instinctively slapped him across the face. There had been something about his eyes, a glimmer that hinted at something dangerous. I turned my head away. Besides that time, it seemed the only time I had s

"You said that I was bugging you."It seemed like I was destined to never get what I wanted.But the person in front of me—he simply squatted down, gently and carefully wiping away my tears. "You think there's nothing I can do? Then let me show you what I can do, okay?" -My stepmother started calling me non-stop. My father did too. At first, they managed to keep some semblance of dignity as elders. But soon, my father began yelling at me. "What are you doing, Jennifer? Do you still see me as your father? Do you know what's happening to my company? It's all thanks to you! Because of you, I've lost a ton of partnerships! You'd better make Greene Incorporated stop. Do you hear me?!" -I ignored the insults, and before long, my once-high-and-mighty father began to beg. "Jennifer, I'm your dad. You wouldn't want to see me go bankrupt, would you? Your mom and I have already cleaned your room. Come back and stay for a few days, alright?" Later, I heard about the issues

"Then I launched an internal coup. Honestly, it was the first time I ever touched a gun, and the first time I saw someone die right in front of me. At first, I thought I was clever. I assumed those people, who prided themselves on wielding power through guns, were nothing more than paper tigers."But I was wrong. I was betrayed. Their leader caught me and tortured me. They thought I was dead, so they threw me into the river. I wasn't dead, but I was broken. My mind was shattered, and all I could recall of that time was a blur. They kicked me, called me a fool. "After who knows how many twists and turns, I somehow ended up back in the country. I was forced to work like an animal, thrown out of stores, beaten by punks. That time... it was probably too painful, so I still can't remember all of it. Until... until one person showed up." He tightened his grip on my hand, and his voice dropped, rougher now, filled with restraint. I could feel him fighting to hold something back. "She s