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?"

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

carried her to the upstairs room to lie down, as it was

downstairs she found him seated on the sofa, where he had drained several glasses of wine. Obviously his good mood had vanished, and

next to him, "You're

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

"Don't I love you enough? There is

rebuffing him, "Sean, my name is Emily, not Cloris! You have been dreaming for so many years, and it's

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

woman

didn't matter, because they would

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

he still

she remembered her plan and changed

you really miss her, you might as well meet her in your dreams." She poured him more wine, with a dull light flashing in her eyes. This was

to the heavy alcohol intake,

word an expression of pain, "Since those years, I have never

struck out at his heart with words, sharp as a

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

fear, for Sean had never been calm where Cloris was

him bind up his wound. He watched her in silence while

miss you so much and I regret pushing

"I'm not Cloris..."

I know..." He buried his face in her neck, his cheek warm against hers, and begged in a beseeching tone, "I know you

his touch, but suddenly felt something warm run down her neck.

was it? Were

Sean was crying...