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."

apprehension stemmed

the past, this sweet dream

"I..."

to say for a second, only to hear the man say, "He took

out and

as if Ed was

her way to the bed and

down his arm, until she found the

with you earlier. Let's at least wait until I'm not so busy

meeting him halfway-she'd

and held hers,

take off this

it. As long as I have it on, it proves I still like you. Even if we fight or argue until we're about to break up-as long as I haven't

in to

boyfriend, and since she knew he had some

seemed really mellow, probably because of

let out a breath and closed

both just let the fight

Grace woke up, he

grab some clothes, but her notebook wasn't there.

trust Ethan

line she'd written, and she still had

her room, so he was the

breath and called him to ask

heavy

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