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."

She slowly turns her head to the right. And when she sees who is speaking, she rushes forward as if she

expects that she will meet Troy here. And she never imagines that Troy

anything to him. Calm

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

“Amnesia?”

She won’t believe that

this is

Karin. But Troy is unmoved. He takes a glance at the woman who recognized him as her husband, takes Molly's hand, and

that her heart is in pain. She looks at the two of them holding

hell is going on? Tell me what

body. Molly sighs and says, "Take it easy for

say has nothing to do with him. Karin stares at him for a moment and gradually believes that

over there and

just sat. And after Karin

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

words, she has been staring at the familiar figure in the distance closely, wondering whether he indeed doesn’t remember anything and that whether he has even forgotten

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 expects that he

for him to

hands a handkerchief to

did you hide him? Don't you know that I've

a private hospital in the suburbs where he could recover from his injuries. After he recovered, I said that I would send him home. But he refused, saying that

"You're lying!!!"

roars. She isn’t convinced

you can take him away and see