Bernie's POV"What are you thinking about?" Dylan pushed my shoulder, and I looked at him in shock. Dylan frowned inexplicably. He pulled me inside: "You pay attention to the road a bit. You almost bumped into someone!"I smiled and made up with Dylan. Mom walked in the front; sometimes, she would turn to look at us and then smile. Dylan and I didn't dare to get too attached for fear of being teased by my mother, but I was still quite worried about Dylan's health. Today, he walked for several hours.While my mother was trying on dresses, I leaned close to Dylan's ear and asked, "Are you feeling okay?" While asking me and giving Dylan a little massage, he groaned and looked around."Don't be like that. The staff is looking at us!" Dylan's earlobe was red, and he grabbed my hand tightly to prevent me from continuing to massage.I reluctantly withdrew my hand; instead, I sighed, saying, "We're already married. Why are you still worried about the eyes of the people around you?"Dylan paus
Dylan's POV I just woke up and heard the sound of water in the bathroom, the position next to me was no longer warm; he must have woken up early. Although I slept before last night, I still feel tired now. I yawned and sat back against the edge of the bed. My mind was hazy. My eyelids were heavy, like a ton of lead. "Dylan, are you awake?" Somehow, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Bernie wrapped a towel around his waist, ruffled his hair, and walked over to the side of the bed to look at me. I try to open my eyes, and Bernie smiles and rubs my cheek with his cold, steamy hand. “Let me go flush the tub for you!” Saying that Bernie lowered his head and kissed me on the forehead. I close my eyes, watching Bernie's figure return to the bathroom. In my dream, I didn't know where I was. I waited until I woke up, and then I remembered I was in Cali right now, and this morning we had an appointment with my mother to go shopping. I couldn't help but sigh. I don't know how long
Dylan's POV"Oh, look who's coming!" She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Bernie teasingly: "I thought you didn't remember your mother anymore!"I heard those words and laughed.As soon as she finished speaking, she took my hand and said, "Come in, Dylan; you look so tired!"I smiled and followed Bernie's mother into the house, where his father was sitting in front of his laptop in the living room. As soon as he saw me, he reprimanded Bernie: "Why are you here now? Did you know your mother has been waiting all afternoon?"Bernie was scolded so much I couldn't bear it, so I quickly replied: "My mother wants to go shopping today. I forgot to text you two."When I finished, Bernie immediately smiled and made up, "That's why I came over here to apologize to these two!"With that, we sat down across from him. Bernie pushed a glass of water in front of me, then said, "We'll be over to Dylan's for dinner later..."Before Bernie could finish speaking, his mother interrupted, "You
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Dylan's POV At night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, having trouble sleeping. If it weren't for fear of waking Bernie up, I would be out on the balcony. My mind is all messed up; somehow, this storm is the same as I've been through. The period is so vague I need help remembering. Suddenly, a hand reached out, wrapped around my waist, and Bernie's hoarse voice rang in my ear: "Dylan, what's wrong with you?" In the darkness of the night, a sudden sound made me startle. But Bernie's voice was so familiar I immediately calmed down. I turned around, facing his face, sighing: "I feel like I'm going to remember something, but I can't remember when lying down." "Bernie, I don't know if it's right or wrong to remember the past!" As soon as I finished, Bernie hugged me, squeezing softly: "Honey, the most important thing you need to do right now is to rest well. We just let everything happen naturally. Is that Okay?" I stroke the back of Bernie's hand and nod my head, "Okay!" It was ea
Bernie's POV A text message suddenly rang in the quiet room, and I reflexively covered Dylan's ear. The person in the chest only slightly frowned, then continued to sleep; I exhaled. At this point, I frowned and reached for the phone on the table. It's only six o'clock in the morning; who doesn't have eyes texting at this hour. It's so frustrating, but I still open my phone to see. If it's an emergency from the company, Emma won't text; she'll call me. Emma will choose to text during work if it's not urgent, so this is definitely not a work-related message. Sure enough, the screen showed a message from a high school friend, Chris. I rummaged through the old memories, a glimpse of the boy who was always beside Dylan. Chris and I weren't that close; at that time, I asked for Chris's number to get to know Dylan better. Chris and I have never contacted each other. The surprise passed, and I just opened Chris's message to read. "Do you have free time? I have a big project in Manhattan
Bernie's POVI was bored with the ring on my finger, this meeting dragged on for another four hours, and I finally got my share of the profits. Chris and Danny are still arguing about the percentages. I roll my eyes and can't help but think of Dylan. I am trying to figure out what Dylan is doing now.I sighed inwardly, and suddenly, a hand reached out and gently pushed my shoulder: "If we are all satisfied, then I will let my assistant draft the parts of the contract. Tomorrow, bring your lawyers; we will sign the contract."I also stood up to the sound of Chris, then shook hands with the people here. Right now, my only thought is to hurry home and hug Dylan tightly. But the smile on my lips quickly froze."First time working together. If you all are not too busy, come to my bar!" Danny smiled, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Let's drink and relax."In the end, I was dragged away by these old foxes, and even Chris enthusiastically dragged me along. Of course, I know it is necessary to b
Dylan's POVIt was summer, but I felt freezing. My body was heavy, and I didn't know what kind of blanket I wore. Instinctively, I rolled into the nearby heat source. But soon, I discovered something strange: why was someone else in my bed?Startled, I opened my eyes, and the faint night light was turned on. I looked at Bernie in bewilderment, wide-eyed, sitting on my bed, and asked, "Bernie, why are you sleeping at my house?"I don't overthink, but Bernie's face doesn't look perfect. Moreover, he looked unhappy and even more scared than the ignorant me. I blinked, looking at the blankets and decor of the room. It wasn't much different from before I fell asleep.My mind became hazy, asking, "Did my parents bring you up here?"Suddenly, remembering the little secret box, I immediately asked: "Did you touch anything in my room?""What do you mean?" Bernie furrowed his brows and asked me seriously, "What are you hiding from me?"My ears are red; how can I tell him the secret that I like
Personnel changes didn't cause any ripples in the company, and certainly not in Dylan's daily life.He and Bernie had been living together for almost a month now. Today was a day off, but Bernie had a necessary appointment with a partner. At the same time, Dylan planned to visit his mother.Standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his outfit, Dylan felt Bernie's intense gaze beside him. After a while, unable to resist, Bernie approached and hugged him from behind."Can you come with me?" he whispered into Dylan's ear. "Don't go to your appointment; come with me, please."Dylan turned around, embraced the other's firm waist, and lifted his head to kiss him on the cheek. "Don't be naughty, love. I know this appointment is important."Bernie seemed quite dissatisfied. "Yet you won't come with me."Dylan, feeling somewhat reluctant, chuckled, "Don't we already have Katherine and Scarlet? Besides, your coming along wouldn't make much of a difference."Bernie remained quite dissatisfied,
Peaceful Sunday morning.Dylan wanted to get up and find something to do, but Bernie didn't want to. He just insisted on holding Dylan on the bed. Dylan thought maybe the new project had tortured them too much lately, especially Bernie; it was complicated to have a free weekend, so let's just follow his wishes.Dylan won't say it's because he's tired of being "tortured" by him...Dylan laid his head on Bernie's large, sturdy chest, talking to him in a no-no way about the newly completed project, about his family, about their future.The more Dylan talked, the more sleepy he became. Finally, he didn't know when he fell asleep again.Dylan slept very well, like an angel on Mount Olympus buried in a soft, warm blanket.When Bernie watched him sleep, his heart was very calm, very content.It would be nice if life stopped at this moment. Then Dylan would forever be in his arms, forever peaceful and warm like this.But that couldn't be done; they skipped breakfast, and they couldn't let Dyl
Dylan stood in front of the mirror, selecting his outfit for the day as he had a date with Bernie. It had been a week since Dylan and Bernie started their relationship. In reality, they had always been together in the company. Still, due to Dylan's thin face, he didn't make their relationship public. Bernie had been upset about this for a long time, probably for about two hours.Despite not being public, the secret dating within the company brought a thrilling and novel sense of excitement. With a busy week behind them, today was the first time in a while that they had time for each other. Bernie had taken advantage of the morning when there was no one around to tightly embrace Dylan, continuously kissing his face like a giant puppy seeking affection. Dylan had to coax and promise about their evening date before Bernie finally let him go.Thinking about it, Dylan couldn't help but smile, feeling that this time was indeed good. After changing clothes, Dylan grabbed his phone, checked t
Dylan's POVI don't even know what's on the screen; my entire focus is on the person sitting next to me, Bernie. Suddenly, I feel my lips nibbling on something, and in a panic, I realize it's Bernie's finger. My face blushes momentarily. It turns out that while I was lost in thought, Bernie continuously fed me popcorn, which made me incredibly happy.Two hours of watching the movie passed quite quickly. I don't know how many times I accidentally bit Bernie's finger. I just know that my stomach is full of popcorn. I've eaten so much that I don't want to eat it again."Why did you feed me so much?" I sighed, looking at him while he disposed of the empty popcorn bag in the trash.Bernie hesitated momentarily, then changed the subject: "Let's stroll in the mall. Aren't you full now? We can have lunch in a bit!"I just nodded, then wandered with Bernie. But when I looked at something for a few seconds, Bernie immediately stopped and wanted to buy it for me. I chuckled and pulled Bernie awa
Bernie's POVAfter Dylan left, I was alone in the office, thinking about my date with him tonight. I couldn't help but feel extremely nervous. Earlier, I hadn't been as composed as I appeared; in front of Dylan, I had tried to be tough to make him confront his feelings. I sighed and rubbed my temples, the tension making me forget to tell Dylan where we were meeting.Maybe Dylan wasn't back to work yet, and I could use my authority to call him for a chat. I had never felt the power that came with my position as excellent as I did now, being able to mix business with personal matters. But that thought faded; I couldn't force Dylan to do what I wanted.After much contemplation, I left my office and headed to the assistant's room. Just a few minutes without seeing Dylan, I missed him so much it felt like an electric shock. It must be the Alpha blood in me surging. I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure, and went to the assistant's room.As I was about to enter, I overheard Ch
Dylan's POVStanding in front of the clinic's door, I suddenly felt a bit hesitant, even though we had been so encouraging to each other last night. I looked at Bernie, who seemed to be equally concerned, with his brows furrowed, and my heart skipped a beat. It turned out that I wasn't the only one feeling this way.I smiled and reassured him, "Don't worry, it's just a routine medical checkup!" With that, I leaned in and gave Bernie a kiss. In that moment, I noticed the receptionist looking at us with curiosity, and her face turned slightly pink.Bernie gently stroked my hair, still looking worried, but his furrowed brows relaxed a bit. "Let's go inside," he said.He knocked on the door, and from inside, we heard a warm and welcoming voice saying, "Come in!"Her voice had a soothing effect, easing the anxiety in our hearts. Bernie and I exchanged glances, and I nodded with confidence.We pushed open the door and entered the room. Behind the desk sat a middle-aged woman with silver str
Dylan's POVStanding in front of the veterinary clinic, faint images suddenly flashed in my mind, as if I had stood there many times before. I rubbed my temples, biting my lip to endure the fleeting pain."Dylan, what's wrong?"In an instant, Bernie's gentle voice echoed in my ear, and the pain gradually subsided. Facing Bernie's concerned gaze, my heart softened, and I smiled in response, "I'm fine. Let's go inside quickly!"Upon hearing that, Bernie smiled and took hold of my hand, gently placing a kiss on my fingertips. My ears turned red; even though I had accepted the fact that we were a couple, I still couldn't fully adjust to Bernie's intimate gestures. I gently pulled my hand away from Bernie's and whispered, "Don't do that, we're in a public place!"Bernie burst into laughter, playfully tousling my slightly messy hair. "We're legally married, they can't judge us!"After saying that, he leaned in towards me as if he wanted to kiss my lips. I quickly glanced around and, not see
Bernie's POVDylan and I went downstairs together to meet John. Although he felt a bit uneasy, he obediently sat next to me. Witnessing that scene, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken. I tightly grasped Dylan's hand, glanced at John, and asked, "Do you have a way to make him remember everything from the past?"John pondered for a moment and then turned the question back to us, "So, it all began seven years ago when Dylan had a car accident, and then Olivia decided to use hypnosis to eliminate his painful memories. Am I correct?"Olivia stood beside us, sighing as she placed a glass of water on the table. "It was my own decision. Back then, Dylan was in immense pain, and Andy and I couldn't bear to see him suffer like that.""Mom..." he whispered, his voice pleading, and he blinked back tears. "I don't blame you, Mom."I embraced him tightly, gently patting Dylan's back to offer comfort. His body immediately tensed up, and I sighed, realizing that Dylan wasn't accustomed to my embrace
Bernie's POVI gazed at Dylan's surprised expression even while he was sleeping, feeling a thrill of excitement. I restrained myself from pinching his cheek, sensing his annoyance within his chest as he furrowed his brows. I quickly let go of him, and he settled back into a deep sleep.I held onto Dylan tightly, then stood up and carried him to the bedroom. However, as soon as I placed Dylan on the bed, he suddenly opened his eyes. His face turned pale like a sheet of paper, looking at me as if he had seen a ghost. He breathed heavily and hoarsely asked, "Bernie? Aren't you drunk?"I paused, not understanding what time period Dylan was referring to. If it was after I met Dylan, then I hadn't been drinking anymore. As for before that...I only drank during my college years and shortly after graduation. But during that time, I had never met Dylan.Various thoughts appeared in my mind, and the seeds of suspicion grew thicker day by day. In the end, what was Dylan hiding from me? Or rather