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?"

didn't try, but her long lashes concealed all the emotions

Beryl was tired and becoming teary with fatigue, she carried her to the upstairs room to lie down, as it was way past her

the sofa, where he had drained several glasses of wine. Obviously his good mood had vanished, and he was

to him, "You're not

have I treated you badly? Why do you always try to escape from me? Why do

and gripped her arms, yelling, "Don't I love you enough?

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

and blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to think straight, "There is no difference

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

matter, because they

sense of anger and sadness at seeing his behavior. She felt certain that Cloris had not been willing to be with her brother in the past, so the car accident was not an accident at all, but her only means of escape. It was a suicide.

so many years,. Did he still want to be so

and changed her tact, sitting beside him again.

him more wine, with a dull light flashing in her eyes. This was a task

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

each word an expression of pain, "Since

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

his hand. Suddenly, his hand was drenched in blood which was dripping to the floor.

never been calm where

him bind up his wound. He watched her in silence while she worked, and as she

you so much and I

"I'm not Cloris..."

neck, his cheek warm against hers, and begged in a beseeching tone, "I know you are

of his touch, but suddenly felt something warm

it? Were

Sean was crying...