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?"

but her long lashes concealed all the emotions waring in her eyes,

she carried her to the upstairs room to lie

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

next to him, "You're not

I should be happy? Cloris, have I treated you badly? Why do you always try to escape from me?

"Don't I love you enough? There is no one in the world who loves

my name is Emily, not Cloris! You have been dreaming for so many years, and

the names and blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to

tell whether the woman standing in front

didn't matter, because they would become

that Cloris had not been willing to be with her brother

years,. Did he still want to be so injudicious?

plan and changed her tact, sitting beside him again.

might as well meet her in your dreams." She poured him more wine, with a dull light flashing in her

heavy alcohol intake, but upon hearing what she said, he

did so with each word an expression of pain, "Since those years,

heart with words, sharp as a knife, "She

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

Sean had never been calm

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

miss you so much and I regret pushing you

"I'm not Cloris..."

He buried his face in her neck, his cheek warm against hers, and begged in a beseeching

of his touch, but suddenly felt something warm run

it? Were those

Sean was crying...