"I'm sorry, Miss. Have we met before? I don't think… I know you."I witnessed how the woman's mouth formed an O with Gideon's question. "I see… you never recovered your memory," the woman, who I remembered, whose name is Kylie, cleared her throat. "We met in Paris, before you lost your memory. But we also met after your accident. I introduced myself to you when I saw you at Il Fornaio, remember? I even gave you my calling card."She was wearing a red summer dress and a wide-brimmed hat."Oh..." Gideon slowly nodded. "Yeah. I think I remember. Is your name Kelly or Kyla?""It's Kylie," she smiled. "What are you doing here?" The woman turned to me. Then she looked back at Gideon. "I heard you were already divorced from your wife."My lips parted. How could she say that when I'm right here in front of her? "We're here for our honeymoon."The woman blinked. "Honeymoon?" I was about to answer, but Gideon beat me to it. "Bianca agreed to marry me again."I couldn't help but smile when I
"WHEN was the last time you experienced this, Mr. Henry?" Dr. Smith asked Gideon beside me. In a span of twelve hours, we were back in LA.The headache he experienced yesterday only lasted for ten minutes. After the doctor in Florida said that his headache was connected to his accident before, we decided to take a flight to LA. "It only happened twice after my last check-up with you."I turned to him. This had happened to him in the past months? "The first one, five months ago. The second one was three months ago. I was both in Africa at that time. Both lasted only a few minutes so I didn't bother seeking a doctor.""Have you remembered anything during those attacks?" "Just vague flashes of memories. The same thing that happened before.""Nothing changed in your brain. Like I said before, it was in normal activity. Your occasional headache means that your memory could possibly come back.""But… you've said before that there's a slim chance he'd recover his old memories.""Slim ch
"WHAT'S this, Gideon?" I asked my husband after he suddenly covered my eyes. I was getting ready for our dinner with his parents when he asked me to turn my back on him. The next thing I knew, I could no longer see. "Come on, sweetheart," Gideon said, not answering my question. But I could hear the amusement in his voice. "Just tell me what it is that you prepared for me," I asked him when he guided me to the car. I pouted my lips when I felt him put on the seat belt on me. "What is it, Gideon?" Gideon chuckled. "It'll no longer be a surprise if I tell you what it is?" I cocked my brow. "Are you going to bring me to another vacation house? Maybe in Palm Springs, this time?" "No, Bianca," he said, amused. "But now that you've mentioned it, a house in Palm Springs sounds like a good idea."I cocked my head to the left and frowned. "Shut up, Gideon. We already have three houses. We don't need another one." Gideon held my hand and brought it to his lips. He planted a soft kiss on
A MONTH had already passed since we got married. After a week in LA, we already went back here to New York. Of course, we brought Pluto here with us. "What do you want for dinner?" I asked Gideon when he called me on the phone that afternoon. "I'm going to cook." I only work three days a week now. "Hmm…" I heard from him on the other line. "Fillet mignon?" I pursed my lips. "Wow, you wanted to test my cooking skills, huh?" He chuckled. "Just cook whatever you want, sweetheart. I'll eat anything you prepared. What do you want me to bring home?" I pursed my lips. "Yourself, of course." I heard his chuckle. "Aside from myself, baby?" "Just go home, safely." I just finished cooking pan-seared fillet mignon when the doorbell rang. "That must be your daddy!" I said to Pluto who was sitting beside me. "Stay here. I'll get him." I left Pluto in the kitchen and went to the door. But my eyes widened when I found out it wasn't Gideon who was waiting for me outside. It was Cha
"CHARLIE'S right…" Gideon muttered after we left the hospital. "I'm… infertile." The day after Charlie talked to us, Gideon and I decided to visit a urologist. And there, we confirmed that Charlie was telling the truth. Gideon had an infertility problem. "I'm sorry, Mr. Henry," the doctor said when he handed us the result of Gideon's lab tests. "The result of your laboratory told us you have a condition called oligospermia. It is a condition where your testicles don't produce enough sperm cells. A normal sperm count ranges from fifteen million sperm per milliliter of semen. In your case, Mr. Henry, your testicles can only produce five to eight million sperm." Gideon turned to me. "I couldn't give you a child, Bianca." There was a bitter smile on his face. "I couldn't give you a family. I promised your child, I'll give her a sister, right? Turns out I wouldn't be able to do it." I cupped his face. "You heard the doctor, Gideon. It's curable. You can get treatment for that. You can
"GOOD afternoon, Mrs. Henry," Thalia greeted me when I went to Gideon's office that afternoon. Gideon and I had been back in LA for three months now. Darwin was in Russia to supervise their new business there so Gideon was forced to go back to LA. It was fine with me. Way back in New York, I was already thinking of taking a break from work to focus on the wedding preparations. The other day, Amelia talked to me. She planned a birthday surprise for Gideon. Today is Gideon's birthday! Gideon didn't know about it because of his amnesia. I've already informed everyone in the office not to greet their boss. We wanted to surprise him later. "Don't forget later, Thalia," I told her before I walked past her table. She smiled and gave me a thumbs-up. "Bianca?" Gideon's eyes widened when he saw me. I smiled as I walked to his table. "Hi, are you done with your work?" I asked, glancing at the laptop on his table. "Yeah. I'm just reviewing these reports for tomorrow." He pla
"DON'T you find it weird?" I asked Gideon that night. We were already home from Gideon's surprise dinner celebration. "What's weird, sweetheart?" "Diana…" I muttered in a small voice. "Diana?" "How she suddenly appeared… just in time for your birthday?" I remembered what happened earlier. "What happened to you, Diana?" Amelia asked the woman we all recovered from the shock. "How are you alive? Everyone thought you were dead. You were declared dead." "It was a long story, Amelia," Diana started. "You all know now that I really didn't die. I was saved by an old couple in a small town. They said they saw me on the shore. They brought me to the small hospital. But when I woke up, I couldn't remember anything. I didn't know anything about myself… The old couple decided to keep me with them. For seven years, I lived with them, until finally, my memory came back… The first thing I did was go back here to LA. But I found out that my family wasn't here anymore." "Well, one year
"OH, you brought Pluto with you," Amelia exclaimed when she saw Pluto with me when she welcomed me in their mansion. She invited me that afternoon because she wanted to talk about the wedding. "I already invited Tyra Hopper's team, Bianca," Amelia said as we walked inside the house. Tyra Hopper is the wedding organizer that she hired for the wedding. "Hi, Bianca." I stilled when I saw a woman on the couch. Diana. She's here. She was wearing a white simple dress and fluffy slippers. Her long curly hair fell on her shoulders. "Diana, you're here…" I managed to smile at her and tried to hide my surprise. "She's staying here, Bianca," Amelia said. "She said she was staying here in LA for a month so I offered one of my guestrooms. Diana's a dear friend to us, after all." "I heard you're planning for a second wedding?" Diana asked when I settled on the seat next to her. Amelia left us and went upstairs. "Yeah." I tried to smile at her. I didn't know why I felt uncomfortable w