Chapter 8 - Doppelganger (1/2)

Months passed by, and Deyna had gone back to her usual routine. She had also started her own investigation into her kidnapping and her grandfather's death.

But her resources were minimal. She got back all of her memories as Yera Han, but it was wiser for her to keep using the name Deyna Song for her own safety.

She had even changed her original hair color and style so she would look slightly different from Yera Han.

She could ask help from the Ken Family any time she wanted, but she did not want to bother them anymore.

The Kens had enough on their plate and had just gotten everything in place. She knew her case would definitely stir trouble that would make them worried, and she did not want that. They had done so much good for her, and that was enough.

She shook her head and smirked. There was no doubt that she was back to her old self. She was used to repaying every kindness or favor she had received. She hated being indebted; that was Yera Han's nature.

She went out to do some groceries. She sighed. She always sighed whenever she saw the adjacent door, but she did not want to leave this place and move to another apartment.

She often hoped that Bernard's smiling face would greet her in the morning like before.

Deyna almost jumped off when she heard the clicking sound of Bernard's door.

'What was that? Bernard, are you trying to scare me?' She wanted to shout.

She felt a chill to her bones when the door gently opened, and she almost passed out when Bernard's face popped out and smiled at her, saying, ”Hello.”

Deyna stood there, totally frozen with open mouth and wide eyes.

Then she blinked several times and murmured, ”I must be dreaming.”

Unconsciously, she walked towards the man and hugged him tightly, so tightly as if she did not want to lose him.

Then, she looked upwards to look at his face again. He looked exactly the same, but there was something different about him.

But why would she care whether it was a dream or not, as long as it was him? She felt so happy that she clung to his neck and wanted to kiss him.

She pulled him closer so she could reach his lips, but he kept pushing her away.

They looked like they were both doing the pull and push game, where she was trying hard to pull, and he was working hard to push.

”Miss Deyna, please wake up. I'm not Bernard!” Said the man as he tried hard to push Deyna and stop her from kissing him.

Deyna frowned and touched his face once more, then slapped it left and right.

”Ouch!” He cried out. Deyna's eyes widened as she quickly stepped away from him.

”Who are you?! What are you doing in Bernard's apartment?” She asked frantically. Then she remembered about the cousin that Bernard had mentioned. The cousin that looked exactly like him.