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?"

which could suffice, so Emily didn't try, but her long lashes concealed

Beryl was tired and becoming teary with fatigue, she carried her to the upstairs

glasses of wine. Obviously his good mood had vanished, and he

a seat next to him, "You're

you badly? Why do

love you enough? There is no

made to leave, coldly rebuffing him, "Sean, my name is Emily, not Cloris!

the names and blinked his eyes rapidly,

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

they

had a faint sense of anger and sadness at seeing his behavior. She felt certain that Cloris had not been willing to be with her

years,. Did he still want to

breath, she remembered her plan and

dreams." She poured him more wine, with a dull light flashing

had flushed due to the heavy alcohol intake,

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

an opening she struck out at his heart with words, sharp as a knife, "She doesn't want to see you.

Suddenly, his hand was drenched in blood which was dripping

fear, for Sean had never been calm where Cloris

and helped him bind up his wound. He watched her in silence while she worked, and as she finished he suddenly drew

much and I regret pushing

"I'm not Cloris..."

face in her neck, his cheek warm against hers, and begged in a beseeching tone, "I know you are Emily, but please let me hold you for a while, just for

to struggle and be free of his touch, but suddenly felt something warm run down her neck. Shocked, she

was it? Were those

Sean was crying...