Grace stood in the living room, watching the man in the white coat go into the master bedroom.

She stayed by the door, trying to hear something, but it was silent inside.

A little worried, she sat on the couch and waited ten minutes before the man in the white coat came out. She hurried over to him.

"How's Ed?" she asked.

The man had striking almond-shaped eyes that narrowed slightly when he looked

at people, giving him a commanding air.

"He's fine. He's often like this. The medication will help."

Often? It was no wonder some of the things he did seemed so obsessive.

She looked at the case the man was carrying. It was full of medication, probably all for mental health issues.

"Don't these drugs have side effects? Doesn't it make him more anxious?" Grace asked.

The man raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled. "What makes him anxious has never been the side effects. Ms. Lambert, haven't you noticed? You're the best medicine he has."

Grace fell silent. She knew Ed had high expectations of her, but she couldn't reciprocate them, and that was why he was in pain and anxious.

She rubbed her temples, feeling a little defeated. "Are you a doctor? Then maybe you can help me get my memory back. Maybe if I remembered the past, I'd understand why he's so anxious."

"If your memories were restored, would you still look at him the same? That's why he's worried. In your lucid state, you never even acknowledged his existence."

yet his apprehension stemmed

sweet dream would burst

"I..."

say, "He took his

showed the guy out and then opened the

there-it was as if Ed was always used to

way to the bed and

his arm,

have gotten upset with you earlier. Let's at least wait until I'm not

halfway-she'd

man's hand gently turned and held hers, but he didn't

take

as I have it on, it proves I still like you. Even if we fight or argue

to him

her limits. At least so far, Ed hadn't done anything to hurt her. He was her boyfriend, and since she knew

probably

a breath and closed

fight drop and

woke up,

her closet to grab some clothes, but

trust Ethan

just a random line she'd written, and she still had

been in her room, so he was the

and called him to

a low, heavy voice.

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