Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 100: Fantasy

Young Master Berrycloth sighed, his brows twitching slightly as Aurora clung to his leg like a koala. His sharp eyes met the driver’s.

"Who sent you?"

The driver hesitated. "The madam, of course, Young Master."

Young Master Berrycloth’s eyes darkened.

"Madam asked you to force her into a car?" His voice was smooth but held a sharp edge, like a blade hidden in silk.

The driver broke into a cold sweat.

"No, no, Young Master! This is a misunderstanding! I was merely trying to—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Young Master Berrycloth turned to his side.

"Take care of it," he ordered.

Out of nowhere, two men in suits materialized, seizing the driver by both arms.

"W-Wait!" the driver stammered, his face going pale. "I-I was just following orders! You have no right—"

Before he could say another word, one of the men knocked him out with a single, efficient strike to the neck. The driver crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Aurora watched, wide-eyed.

’Damn. This guy doesn’t play around.’

Young Master Berrycloth let out another sigh, turning his gaze back to her.

"Now then," he murmured, shaking his arm again. "Let go."

Aurora realized she was still clutching his leg like her life depended on it.

’So much for an elegant first impression.’

She scrambled to her feet, dusting off her clothes and awkwardly adjusting them.

She met his gaze with the most grateful, innocent expression she could muster.

"You saved me," she whispered, pressing a hand to her chest like a damsel straight out of a romance drama.

"Young Master Berrycloth, I owe you my life."

Young Master Berrycloth arched a perfect brow, his icy blue eyes regarding her with something between amusement and irritation.

"Is that so?"

"Yes!" she insisted.

"Please, let me repay you! I—" she stopped herself.

’Wait. What if this guy is worse than my stepmother? What if I just threw myself from one bad situation into another?’

She swallowed, suddenly unsure of how to proceed.

’Who exactly is this man? And why did the driver look so terrified when he saw him?’

Young Master Berrycloth tilted his head slightly.

"Who are you?"

His voice was calm, but there was a distinct warning in his tone.

As if he was allowing her a chance to explain before deciding whether or not to deal with her the same way he dealt with the driver.

Aurora forced a nervous smile. "I... I’m Aurora. And I’d really appreciate it if you—"

"You are not Aurora Waters." Young Master Berrycloth narrowed his eyes, his words were laced with suspicion.

Aurora blinked before giving a toothy grin and said,

"What are you saying, Young Master Berrycloth? I have lost my memories, and I don’t know what type of person I was before. Currently, I am acting on my instincts. Maybe I was like this all along, and you have misunderstood my previous self..."

Young Master Berrycloth’s sharp gaze didn’t waver.

He studied her intently, as if trying to strip away her words layer by layer to find the truth buried underneath.

His lips curled into something that was neither a smile nor a frown, just an expression of quiet calculation.

"Is that so?" His voice was smooth, almost mocking.

"You expect me to believe that a single head injury has turned you into an entirely different person?"

Aurora forced herself to nod confidently, despite the sweat gathering at the nape of her neck.

"Yes. Memory loss is a serious thing, you know. I woke up and had no idea who I was! But now, I think I prefer who I am now. So... let’s just forget about the past, shall we?"

She offered him a sheepish grin.

He didn’t smile back.

Instead, he reached forward so suddenly that Aurora flinched.

But instead of grabbing her, he simply tilted her chin up, his thumb barely brushing her skin.

His piercing gaze studied every inch of her face.

"You’re a terrible liar." His words were quiet, but they sent a shiver down her spine. "You truly don’t remember anything?"

Aurora saw her chance and seized it.

"Not a thing!" she declared.

"Total blank slate. So, if I’ve ever done anything to upset you, I sincerely apologize. It wasn’t me—it was past me! And I bet past me was an absolute pain."

Berrycloth didn’t react immediately. He simply turned, walking toward his car, leaving Aurora standing there awkwardly.

"Follow me."

Aurora frowned. "Why?"

He stopped, and without turning around, he said,

"If you don’t, I won’t stop them from finishing what they started."

Aurora sighed, brushing off invisible dust from her sleeves.

’Well, if I had to pick between my stepmother’s thugs and a ridiculously handsome but terrifying man, I’d go with the rich, scary one. At least he has taste.’

She took a deep breath and then hurried after him, slipping into the sleek black car behind him.

As soon as the door shut, the air inside felt heavy. Tense.

Young Master Berrycloth leaned back, crossing one long leg over the other, his gaze still locked on her.

The way he studied her made her skin prickle.

"Aurora what are your secret fantasies?"

Eh? Secret fantasies?

Aurora was taken a aback, before her face turned red.

Ah! She had heard some of the girls discussing this question when she was still in junior high school.

Aurora blinked, convinced she must have misheard him.

"...I’m sorry, what?" she asked, her voice slightly higher than usual.

Young Master Berrycloth didn’t blink.

"You said you have no memories of your past self. Then tell me—what are your secret fantasies?"

Her cheeks warmed. "That’s... um, kind of personal, don’t you think?"

His lips twitched.

"You were about to declare a life debt to me a moment ago. I’d say we’re already at an advanced stage in our relationship."

She huffed.

"That’s not the same thing! It was gratitude! Not—"

She stopped herself, suddenly unsure how to explain without embarrassing herself.

Berrycloth raised an eyebrow.

"I saved you from your stepmother’s thugs, didn’t I? If your memory is really gone, shouldn’t I at least know the kind of person you are now? Your dreams, your desires, your... fantasies?"