Eighteen Again: The CEO's Wife was a Delinquent

Within those two long weeks of staying put in the hospital, Cassidy tries to regain her bearings and footing in this whole new world that she woke up in.

Everything isn't the same as they were before - the way she looks changed drastically, everyone treats her so amicably, and above all, she gets to find herself with tons of luxuries that she never even dreamed of getting her hands on. It's just so bizarre and strange that she thought that it's going to take her a long while to get used to it. ​​

But then, it just happened that she eventually got tired of making sense of all these things. Instead of forcing herself to fit every single discovery in her small, poor brain, she decided to just go with the flow.

"Then again, even if everything around me changed, I know that I'm still me. Let's just say that it feels like I only travelled to the future or something... It's not like I'm complaining about the way things are now either. After all, unlike before, everything here is already provided for me..." Cassidy thought to herself as she sat on the balustrade of her hospital room's balcony, silently mulling over.

"Seems like that husband of mine is super duper rich. People keep calling him president, which is kinda misleading since I first thought that he's really the country's president."

Up to this day, Cassidy has no idea how exactly she ended up marrying such an affluent individual. Aside from overwhelming wealth and an attractive appearance, Adrian possesses great power and influence - almost as if he's the very definition of perfection itself.

"No, wait, scratch that. He's not perfect at all..." she then deadpanned with an annoyed expression.

"That guy is greatly lacking in the attitude department... He's downright cold. He doesn't see me as his wife at all, and I'm sure of that since it's plain obvious from the first get-go."

That's when Cassidy recalls the first and last time she saw this enigmatic husband of hers. Through his unfeeling gaze alone, she already could tell that Adrian held no sort of affection for her.

What's more, that's the final time he visited her. For the past two weeks, he never showed his face again. There are no calls or messages either.

"I mean, if he is truly worried about me, he'll still see me no matter how busy he is. He didn't even bother sending any word or taking even just a glimpse. Now, I don't need any memory to know that this is a loveless marriage..." she brooded with a scowl.

"I don't really care about how rich or handsome he is. If anything, that fact just makes me feel more miserable."

Cassidy doesn't know what made her adult self want to enter such a commitment with Adrian. Everyone keeps reminding her how she used to be so fond and in love with him either.

While it may be true that she couldn't care less if she got to know something new at school or not, in her current case, she couldn't help but be bothered by how clueless and seemingly stupid she was about what's going on.

"But then again, I shouldn't be complaining too much..." Cassidy trailed off before leaning back for a bit and tilting her head up, eyes glued on the clear blue sky.

"The doctor keeps saying that the fact I survived that plane crash is a miracle. After learning more about that tragedy and how it took almost a hundred lives, I knew that I couldn't agree more to what he said. This well-off lifestyle itself is already a blessing either... The only way I can express how grateful I am is to cherish this second life."

This is one of the main reasons why Cassidy decided not to stress herself over the big changes. Whether this memory loss is temporary or not, she needs to be optimistic and just look at the bright side of things.

She has to deal with the world as it is rather than how she wants it to be. That way, it wouldn't be too difficult for her to accept her current situation and acknowledge the present her.

"Goodness, Ma'am Cassidy-!"

"Kyaaa...!"

Caught off guard by someone's sudden entrance, Cassidy screeches in surprise and almost loses her balance on the balcony railings. That's when a pair of strong arms hurriedly encircles her waist out of nowhere, keeping her from wobbling backward.

Taken aback by the gesture, her eyes widen even more, and only then did she realize that it's just her husband's secretary. Charles is embracing her at this very moment, still shaken by the sight of her sitting on a balustrade that's clearly located on the seventh floor.

"Ma'am Cassidy, just what do you think you're doing this time?!" he started again, concern laced in his voice.

"Umm... Sitting-"

"Please don't ask something along the line if I'm blind again. You just keep throwing me off guard these days."

Ever so carefully, Charles then lifts her off of the balcony railings and puts her back on the ground. That's when she gets a clear, up-close view of his attractive profile and well-developed frame for the first time, which are almost on par with Adrian's.

Cassidy only musters a dumbfounded expression the whole time, though, still not getting the hang of how much he's looking after her.

Not to mention, Charles is the one she's often spending time with for these past two weeks. He's been ordered to act as her personal attendant for the meantime, which he claimed to be something that wasn't really supposed to be his job but did it anyway.

If anything, she's a bit touched by the thought of him caring even just for the tiniest bit - more so if he's doing it not only because she's his boss' wife. She's also somewhat amused by his reactions at the same time, which then makes her want to mess with him for a little.

"Say, Charlie..."

"And I keep saying that it's Charles, Ma'am. Not Charlie-"

"Admit it, Charlie my man~ You're actually my real husband, aren't you?"

At that, Charles only returns a deadpanned look, not a bit least interested in being played with like this. He already got used to Cassidy goofing around and being such a tease, which had been a hard thing to do without seeing her as an entirely different person from that quiet and reserved Cassidy Millicent.

"Drop that look already. I'm just kidding, alright?" she then eventually continued, giving in after seeing his flat expression.

"Please don't say something like that in public, Ma'am. I'm afraid I might ruin your reputation," Charles pointed out.

"Hmm? How so?"

"Paparazzi."

"Huh?! Am I that famous?!"

"Yes, you are. But before we get in another in-depth explanation about that - like what you often ask whenever you discover something, I'll like to remind you that it's about time to leave."

As soon as he said that, she finally pulls away from his arms and gapes slightly in surprise. Only then did she recall that this is her last day at the hospital.

"Oh shoot! I forgot!"

"You can't be expecting that you'll stay here forever-"

"No, that's not what I mean, Charlie! I forgot to do something!"

While Charles only tilts his head at this quizzically, Cassidy proceeds to rush back inside and starts to get in a frenzy.