Ava and Stanley sat at a cozy table by the window, surrounded by the warm ambiance of the restaurant. They perused the menus, finally deciding on their meals. Ava opted for the grilled salmon with quinoa and steamed vegetables, while Stanley chose the hearty beef burger with sweet potato fries.As they waited for their food to arrive, Ava leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, Stanley, I've been thinking... maybe you're the one who's hungry, not the baby."Stanley chuckled, shaking his head. "Ava, you know I'm just looking out for you and the little one."Their food arrived, and Ava took a bite of her salmon, closing her eyes in appreciation. "Mmm, this is delicious. You should try some, Stanley. It's good for you."Stanley laughed, taking a bite of his burger. "I think I'll stick with my burger, thanks. Besides, I don't think quinoa is going to give me the energy I need to keep up with you."Ava grinned, teasingly. "Oh, Stanley, you're so easy to wind up. I'm
Amelia's voice was laced with urgency as she said, "There's a problem, Officer Thompson. I need to talk to you."Thompson's expression turned serious, his eyes scanning the surrounding area before nodding curtly. "Come in," he said, stepping aside to let her enter.As Amelia stepped inside, Thompson's eyes darted around the hallway, checking for any signs of surveillance. Satisfied they were alone, he closed the door behind her, his movements swift and quiet.Inside, Amelia's eyes widened as she took in the chaotic state of Thompson's apartment. She forced a smile, trying to hide her distaste, while covering her nose with her hand. "It's... quite a cozy place you have here," she said, her voice strained.Thompson's face turned bright red as he apologized profusely, "I'm so sorry about the mess. I've been meaning to clean up, but..."He swiftly sprang into action, clearing piles of clothes and papers from the couch, revealing a stained but serviceable surface beneath. He grabbed a near
Ava's smile turned mischievous as she said, "You're just my assistant, Stanley. You should act like one, not an overprotective bodyguard."“No, that’s not what I’m doing. Is that what you think?”Stanley's expression faltered, his eyes clouding with worry as he glanced at Ava. "Aren't I... aren't we friends, Ava?"Ava's gaze locked onto his, her eyes sparkling with amusement, but her expression serious. For a moment, Stanley wondered if he'd overstepped his bounds.Then, Ava burst out laughing, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, Stanley, I'm just messing with you! Of course, we're friends. You're my favorite assistant-slash-friend."Stanley's face relaxed, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "Got me there, Ava. I thought I'd crossed a line."Ava's laughter subsided, her expression turning warm. "You're a good friend, Stanley. I just like to keep you on your toes."Stanley chuckled, shaking his head. "You do that, Ava. You definitely do that."Officer Thompson escorted Amel
The next day, Officer Thompson stormed into his director's office, his face a picture of urgency and concern. He slammed the photograph onto the director's desk, his hand shaking with anger."This is my alibi," Thompson growled, his voice low and menacing. "Gloria Timberlake is plotting evil against the Richardsons. And now that Luke is in a coma, she's after Ava's life."“What’s all this rubbish?”The director's eyes widened as he took in the photograph, his expression turning grave. "Okay, okay, What makes you think that, Thompson?"Thompson's eyes blazed with determination. "The photographer we caught yesterday. He confessed everything. Gloria paid him to take pictures of Amelia and Ava, to gather intel for her twisted plans."“Amelia? The Ex-convict? What were you both doing together?”The director's face turned pale, his voice barely above a whisper. "Forget Amelia, We have to protect Ava. We can't let Gloria harm her."Thompson's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with anger. "I know
The early morning sun cast a golden glow over the penthouse, but the tranquility was shattered by the sound of thousands of armed forces gathering outside. Dressed in FBI attire, they swarmed the building, their faces stern and focused, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a sense of urgency.Ava, still in her pajamas, heard a knock on her door and cautiously made her way to answer it. She opened the door to find Officer Thompson and two men standing guard, their eyes scanning the surroundings before settling on her. They were dressed in tactical gear, their weapons at the ready."Good morning, Ava," Thompson said, his voice firm but gentle, his eyes locked on hers. "May I enter and explain the situation? We need to talk."Ava's curiosity got the better of her, and she stepped aside, allowing Thompson and the two men to enter. They moved swiftly, their eyes scanning the room before nodding to Thompson."What's going on?" Ava asked, her voice laced with concern, her heart racing w
The doctor examined Luke's eyes, shining a light into his pupils, then moved on to check his reflexes, his whole body. Ava watched anxiously, her heart still racing from the shock of Luke's awakening."It's a miracle he's back," the doctor said, turning to Ava. "He suffered a severe concussion, but somehow, he's recovering. However, there's something you should know."Ava's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?""The concussion seems to have affected his memory. He's reverted back to a previous time, before the accident. He remembers Mia as his girlfriend, not you."Ava's eyes widened, her mind reeling. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut."How long will it take for him to remember me?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.The doctor shook his head. "I'm not sure. It could take days, weeks, or even months. You need to give him time, Ava. Let him recover, and hopefully, his memories will return."Ava nodded, biting her finger anxiously. She couldn't bear the thought of Luke
Stanley escorted Ava down to the hospital parking lot, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a sterile glow on the deserted corridors. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the distant hum of machinery echoed through the halls, a constant reminder of the hospital's bustling activity. As they walked, the silence between them grew, a heavy blanket that suffocated all conversation, leaving only the soft echo of their footsteps on the polished floor.The parking lot was dimly lit, the only sound the distant rumble of cars driving by on the nearby highway, a steady stream of headlights casting an eerie glow on the rows of parked cars. Ava's car was parked in a corner, the moon casting an eerie glow on its sleek surface, the shadows dancing across the windshield like skeletal fingers.When they reached the car, Stanley turned to Ava, his eyes filled with concern, his brow furrowed in a deep frown. "Are you okay with all this?" he asked, his voice low and gentle, barely a
Ava and Stanley entered her apartment, the darkness enveloping them like a shroud, a heavy blanket that suffocated all light. Ava's hands moved automatically to the light switch, her fingers closing around it like a vice, as if grasping for a lifeline. The light flickered to life, casting a warm glow over the room, illuminating the familiar contours of her furniture, the soft cushions, the warm colors.The silence of the house was oppressive, a heavy blanket that suffocated all sound, leaving only the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, a steady heartbeat that echoed through the stillness. Ava's eyes scanned the room, her gaze lingering on the familiar contours of her home, the soft cushions, the warm colors, the memories that lingered in every corner.Ava turned to Stanley, her eyes locking onto his, her expression softening, her gaze searching for something, a lifeline, a connection. She sighed, a deep, shuddering breath as if releasing all her tension, all her fears, all