Capture Your Heart

"Honey, I'm Karin. I'm your wife, Karin. Don't you recognize me?"

She shakes his shoulders in panic.

"I'm sorry, I don't know you. You probably recognize the wrong person."

The man in front of her has a calm expression. And there is no trace of abnormalities in his eyes. It seems that she indeed mistook him for someone else.

"How is that possible? I am Karin. Look at me carefully. I am your wife, Karin."

"Miss, I don't know you."

The man stands up, intending to leave.

"Aren't you Troy?"

She shouts. The man shakes his head, says nothing, and turns around to leave the coast.

Karin surely won’t let him go like this. She steps forward to grab his arm as tears flowed down her face, "Honey, don't joke with me like this, okay? It's indeed not funny at all."

"Please let go. I'm not joking."

"Tell me if you have any hardship. Where have you been all these days?"

"Let go of me."

As the two of them are entangled with each other, suddenly, from the distance, there comes a voice, "Let go of him. And stop asking him anything further."

sees who is speaking, she rushes forward as

she never imagines that Troy won’t

didn't do anything to him. Calm

away Karin’s hand that is holding onto her collar and looks askance at the man in front of

“Amnesia?”

in pain in her brain as if it has gone exploded. She won’t believe that what Molly said is true. Even

this is

He takes a glance at the woman who recognized him as her husband, takes Molly's hand, and

at the two of them holding hands together, feeling

going on? Tell me what the hell

Molly sighs and says, "Take it easy

his eyes, looking completely as if what they are going to say has nothing to do with him. Karin stares at him for a moment and gradually believes that he indeed lost his memory. If he didn’t

go over there

to somewhere Troy had just sat. And after Karin follows her over, she begins to tell the

was startled instead. I heard the sound of gunshots from their room. So I, who was scared, rushed out. As soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw five or six men walking right in my direction with guns in their hands. So I closed the door and called my father, asking him to arrange a yacht there to rescue me. I asked him to arrange a few more people, which was to help Troie. But I couldn’t tell him the truth. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have sent me any backup. After the phone call, the alarming sound of gunfire rang outside. I hid in the room and dared not to go out. I managed to wait until the gunfire stopped. After that, I opened the door and went out. But in the darkness, I saw Troie in a desperate situation who jumped into the sea behind him. Those few men desperately shooting into the sea. I wanted to scream, only to be stopped by the remaining reason in my mind. Those few people didn’t notice me. After they left, the yacht my father had arranged for me also came. There were four people on the yacht. At my strong request, they jumped into the sea to look for Troie's body. Fortunately, Troie was found. At the same time, unfortunately, Troie got shot in his head. After he was rescued out of the sea, he had been sort of in a semi-dead state. I sent him to the hospital overnight to be rescued. Fortunately, I sent it there timely. And he got saved. However, his memory is gone. He doesn’t remember anyone or anything,

has been staring at the familiar figure in the distance closely, wondering whether he indeed doesn’t remember

and over again where they probably will hug each other and cry and where they probably will tell each other the dense longings in their hearts and how they have been missing each other strongly. She has been envisioning many scenes, taking every possibility into her account. But she never

cry. It's good for him

a handkerchief to

questions indignantly, "Why did you hide him? Don't you know that I've been looking for

in a private hospital in the suburbs where he could

"You're lying!!!"

roars. She isn’t convinced by

me, you can take him away and