A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

It was obvious that Emily knew where the family's lab was located, so she didn't disturb anyone but went alone instead.

She told herself that she just needed to see for herself that Jacob was well, then she would trust Sean again.

However, when she arrived there, she found that it was impossible for her to enter the lab without Sean's finger print for the biometric scanner at the door; which meant no one but him could access the lab.

She would need to collect his finger prints.

Facing a conundrum she was lost in thought, searching for a solution. ·

That evening, Sean was surprised by the scent of delicious aromas emanating from the kitchen, and he suspected a ploy was afoot. ·

In fulfillment of his longing, he saw a familiar figure busy in the kitchen.

Trying to puzzle out her motives he asked, "Why do you feel like cooking today?" Despite his suspicions, he was in a good mood. ·

She tried to act naturally, and allay his suspicions, but also struggled to relax her tight lips and she mildly explained, "Beryl was hungry."

He smiled winsomely, "It seems that I can sponge off of Beryl tonight then."

She shrugged in answer, "If you think so, then it is."

With dinner being served, she opened a bottle of fine red wine and slowly decanted the fiery colored liquid into crystal glasses. Offering him a glass she lowered her eyes and said, "Sean, I don't want to question your previous behavior, but I hope it will not happen again. I am disgusted with it. Can you understand that?"

He accepted the glass and slowly sipped the wine, before coldly replying, "Fine. If you don't like it, then forget it."

She proposed a toast to him and took a sip of the wine before adding, "I will leave here with Jacob and Beryl after he regains his memory. We will not disturb your life any more."

Gripping the glass he smirked, "You are afraid that I will disturb your happy little life, aren't you?"

long lashes concealed all the emotions waring in her eyes, "If you think so, then

becoming teary with fatigue, she carried her to the upstairs room

sofa, where he had drained several glasses of wine. Obviously his good mood

a seat next to him, "You're not happy,

Cloris, have I treated you badly?

I love you enough?

his grasp and made to leave, coldly rebuffing him, "Sean, my name is Emily, not Cloris! You have been dreaming for so many years, and it's time for you

eyes rapidly, trying to think straight, "There is no

was impossible for him to tell whether the woman standing in front of

because they would become one soon.

anger and sadness at seeing his behavior. She felt certain that Cloris had not been willing to be with her brother in the

many years,. Did he still want to

plan and

her in your dreams." She poured him more wine, with a dull light flashing in her eyes.

face had flushed due to the heavy alcohol intake, but upon hearing

he spoke, he did so with each word an expression of pain, "Since those years, I have never dreamed about

opening she struck out at his heart with words, sharp as a knife, "She doesn't

the glass in rage, the shards cutting his hand. Suddenly, his hand was drenched

never been calm where Cloris was concerned.

his wound. He watched her in silence while she worked, and as she finished he suddenly drew her into his arm with a tight

much and

"I'm not Cloris..."

a beseeching tone, "I know you are Emily, but please let me hold

but suddenly felt something warm run down her neck. Shocked, she froze.

it? Were those tears?

Sean was crying...