C H A P T E R 3 8 : M E M O R Y A N D T R A G E D Y
E L L A S T A N F O R D
In all honesty, it made him nervous. This Ella was unpredictable. Not that the old Ella was predictable but at least he was rest assured that she loved him. This Ella however acted like a complete stranger and the look she kept giving him showed how little she actually trusted him.
“What is it?” he dared himself to ask.
“Tell me about that day.” She took a deep, calming breath then locked her eyes with his as she sat on the couch next to him. “Tell me what happened on the day I had an accident. And please, keep your promise in mind while you are at it.”
“It was my fault,” he started with a gloom note. “Growing up, you seemed to hate your father and blame him for everything so I decided to
C H A P T E R 3 9 : T H E S T O R M W I L L P A S SJ A V I E R S U M M E R SBoth Javier and Ella had gotten out of the flat with a smile on their faces. He had opened the car door for her and help her to get inside. She had gotten in, biting her cheek to refrain herself from smiling again. He had been so sweet and caring and everything a girl would dream of in a man. Even though she had avoided Damon’s question the other day, not confirming whether she liked Javier or not, she knew that there was something about him that pulled her in.He brought her to a really nice Korean barbecue place and had taught her how to grill the meat. She tried kimchi (a traditional side dish of salted and fermented vegetables, such as napa cabbage and Korean radish, made with a widely varying selection of seasonings, including gochugaru, spring o
C H A P T E R 4 0 : T E M P T A T I O N A S I T S F I N E S TE L L A S T A N F O R DIt turned out that not remembering any of your coworkers was one of the issues that Ella had to face on her first day back to work. Somehow it reminded her of her childhood, when she had moved schools every few months because her mother would have packed her bags and driven to a new town, new neighborhood. Back then, she had had to learn everyone's name and tried to remember for at least the next few months before her mother would have taken her on the road again.For the first two days, Clarabelle had been there with her and helping her back to her work. It had appeared that not many people were aware of her memory loss because every now and then someone would ask her about things that Ella had no recollection of. It seemed th
C H A P T E R 4 1 : T H E D I N N E R A N D P I L L O W T A L K J A V I E R S U M M E R S And he would have taken her right then, right there, standing up with both of them half dressed and her pressed against the kitchen countertop had it not been for the angry hisses and spitting coming from the stove. Javier jerked his mouth free. Darting his gaze to the stove, he swore. The pot of pasta was bubbling furiously, sending starchy foaming water sliding down the sides of the pot onto the burner and splattering all over the stove. “Damn!” He swung her to his left and reached over to turn off the fire. Moving around to the front of the island stove, he threw on the oven mitts, grabbed the handles of the hissing pot, and carried it over to the sink where he dumped the pasta into a colander. “How bad is it?” Ella asked from behind him. He glanced at her. He
C H A P T E R 4 2 : T A K E A T R I P D O W N T H E M E M O R Y L A N E ❗ W A R N I N G ❗(not that you need any) This chapter contains explicit content. E L L A S T A N F O R D “Ella, I know you are awake.” His voice was smooth like velvet and she could feel her spine stiffened. Her skin tingled as she felt his hand on her shoulder and his breath against her ponytail. The hair at the back of her neck stood. Ella caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she felt Javier’s fingertips stroking down from her shoulder to her arm with just enough deliberateness and softness to make the tiny hairs on her skin stand on edge, and her nipples start to tighten into two points against her nightgown. “Ella, come on now,” he whispered again, just
C H A P T E R 4 3 : A T T E M P T S T O R E G A I N O N E ' S L O S T M E M O R Y J A V I E R S U M M E R S “Hello?” A young female voice finally answered on Javier’s fifth attempt to call that day right after he and Ella were dropped by the hotel’s driver at Declan’s hotels in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles. Whenever one of the Summers' siblings had to travel and if the destination happened to have Declan’s hotel chains there, they would rather stay there due to its excellent privacy and top notch security. Especially when someone like Javier, who was in the entertainment industry and would have paparazzi following his every move. "Who is it this time?" she said with a heavy sigh. "Kiddo, I need your opinion," replied Javier curtly while checking on his watch nervously. Ella had been inside th
❗ W A R N I N G ❗(not that you need any) This chapter contains explicit content. E L L A S T A N F O R D Ella was not sure how she knew but she was one hundred percent sure that she was in love with Javier Summers, her fiancé which she had no memory of, and she was well aware that it was the craziest thing ever. Period. Because for one crucial reason, she did not even know him. Perhaps she had known him, back before the accident but since then, she had lost her memory. Yet after going to the beach with him two days ago, then followed by dinner and then multiple meetings with important people in the entertainment industry where she had to write the minutes of meetings of every single one of them, here she was, lying on her bed, extremely exhausted, and convinced that she loved Javier.
C H A P T E R 4 5 : W H E N T H E P A I N F U L M E M O R Y D E C I D E D T O R E T U R N E L L A S T A N F O R D Ella picked up the dress she had discarded earlier, held it in front of her like a shield. “W-what?” She suddenly felt as if the door she had been so worried and scared about was being swung open and she was being forced to get inside. “W-what d-do y-you mean?” “We were going to have a baby, Ella.” He cupped her face with
The second time around almost felt like the first time. She was trapped in the same eerie darkness and she felt as if she was floating in the dark, unable to do anything else but to follow the current. Except, unlike the first time, she knew precisely who she was and she knew whose warm hand was holding hers the entirety of time. When her eyes finally fluttered open and met with the bluest pair of eyes she had ever seen in her life, her lips curled into a knowing smile and she knew that she was safe. “Hey,” Javier greeted her with a smile although worries still lingered in his eyes. “Hi,” she greeted him back. “Did I just pass out?” “Yeah.” He brought her hand to his lips and planted a kiss on her knuckles. “How are you feeling?” “A bit lightheaded but I am fine.” “Do you—” he paused to clear his throat before continuing, “Do you remember who I am?” “Yeah.” She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “I remember everything, Jiev. I remember what had happened in the last year. I reme