Summary
After spending a year trapped as a minor character, I rescued the dying mastermind—only to find he’d lost his memory. He began asking strange questions, mistaking our connection for romance. “My heart races and my head aches whenever you’re near,” he insisted. I knew the truth: those symptoms came from the blow I’d dealt to his skull. But Duke Dillian’s delusion only deepened. He declared us married, vowing to provide for me forever. His grip closed around my ankle like a chain. When I asked if he’d kill me for escaping, he smiled softly and said, “No—I’ll kill whoever takes you.” I may have saved the wrong man.