“Did you say something?” Arthur asked Khloe. Her head was still poking out to catch a glimpse of what seemed like Ethan. “Where did he go? Wasn't that him?” She asked herself, as she lost sight of him. “I thought I saw.. um.. nevermind…”Khloe replied to Arthur but decided not to tell him anything. Few minutes later they arrived at the mansion. Arthur alighted the car, slamming it shut which frightened Khloe. “Come on, let's go!” He demanded. Khloe was confused about his attitude. “Hey slow down,” she called after him, trying to catch up with his pace. “Arthur!!” She yelled, making Arthur stop in his tracks as he slowly turned to her. His gaze was static and unreadable making Khloe nervous. The bags felt heavy on her and she didn't know how to call for help. All the courage she had had suddenly disappeared. She doesn't know why she's like this and if she could remember clearly, she's a really strong and courageous woman. Losing her memories made her lose half of her life expe
“Khloe… Khloe?” He called her as he struggled to get her out of the water. He dragged her out of the pool and began shaking her vigorously. He couldn't help but blame himself for leaving her all alone in the pool yet she told him that she couldn't swim earlier. “This is my fault…all my fault. Why can't I just be there for her? I can't seem to protect her even when she's under my watch…What's wrong with me? He said to himself and he tried to figure out how to help her. He checked her breathing and pulse then he found that she was still breathing, but it was faint. “Oh, thank God,” he muttered, then he proceeded to give her CPR. After fifteen minutes of continuous heart compression, Khloe jerked up and coughed out the water. Khloe gasped for air, sucking in a deep breath after all the water had left her lungs. Her hands wandered around, looking for where to hold until she got a hold of Arthur's tank top where she held it so tight until it ripped. "It's okay I'm here now,
Khloe Ferguson's heart throbbed so hard in her chest as her face was now a few inches away from Arthur's thereby making her close her eyes for her shy self couldn't maintain eye contact anymore. After several seconds, she didn't feel anything but rather a slight chuckle from Arthur which made her open one of her eyes to peep at him. She peeked and saw Arthur suppressing his laugh. “What's funny?” She asked, pouting her lips. “You're teasing me, aren't you?” Arthur bursted into a loud hysterical laugh which made Khloe furious. “Why are you laughing?” She asked and he stopped, wiping a stray tear.. “You look cute pouting,” he said. “What did you think I wanted to do? You really can be teased easily,” he commented, making her blush. “Don't do that again,” she stammered but warned. “What? Why? It's fun. Did your stomach do a funny dance? Or did your heart threaten to leap out?” he teased again in a low baritone with seductive words. Khloe got pissed, her face turning red as s
Two months after the plotting and kidnapping of Khloe. Mrs. Hannah Foster, Ethan's stepmother, was seated in her home with her sons, Clark and Martin. They have just realised, for these months, that the key Khloe gave them was fake. “How can we be so dumb that we didn't think that she would hand us the wrong key?” Martin said letting out his frustrations. Clark hissed and said, “That Khloe girl is something else. Fooling us all and giving us the wrong key. I know she wants to accumulate wealth on her own. Such a greedy being,” he spat in disgust. Hannah was quiet for a while, nobody knew what she was thinking but she was lost in deep thoughts. She too didn't know Khloe would do such a thing to her. “Mom. We have to do something to get the right key from her,” Martin let out. Hannah sighed and said, “Who knows where she might be? That poor wretched girl is causing nothing but nuisance to me.” “I think we should do something, and fast,” Clark opined. “Do you have anything in mind,
“What happened to Kelly?” Khloe asked Arthur. Arthur paused his lips, staring at her while her eyes bored into him with a burning desire to know the truth. “Sylvester was behind it all,” he began, sighing and trying to think of a way to tell her the whole truth. “Sylvester?” She repeated, trying to remember. Sylvester…? The gay son who asked for her help - the way she remembered it. “I have remembered him. He asked me to help with his inheritance or something. I can't remember well. But what did he do exactly?” She asked. “Turns out he was working with someone who we were not sure of because at first, we thought of Emily and her kids, Mara and Wilson but the suspicion turned to one of the Fosters,” he said leaving out a lot of fillers. Khloe tried to comprehend what he was saying but somehow couldn't fathom any. “Emily had kids?” She asked surprised although the names rang a bell. “Yes…Your step siblings. Emily kept them hidden from your dad and decided to bring them out at
Khloe rose up dramatically and announced, “I need to go back to Washington. I am going back to Washington right now.” “What?” Arthur was confused by the suggestion. “Where did you get that idea from? Didn't you hear, people are after you. You cannot go back there, at least not now,” he spilled it out but Khloe's mind was made up already. “I am going back. The company needs me, plus I need to see things for myself, I need to question Lucas,” she said. Arthur held her wrist, “You're still not listening to me Khloe.” She yanked her hands from him and said, “Give me a good reason as to why I shouldn't go back.” “First and foremost; you haven't fully recovered. You still have a lot going on in your mind, it's only safe if you lay low for the time being. That's the main reason as to why you shouldn't step foot out of this house,” he said, trying to reason with her. Khloe saw a point in all that Arthur had just said. Her memory was still blurry and she barely remembered anything. It
“Your heart is beating really fast, Khloe,” Arthur purred, his voice vibrating in her chest, sending shivers to her. Tension built up between the two as Arthur's intimate feelings seemed to be louder than what he was just saying out loud. The attraction he had for Khloe was undeniable and uncontrollable at this moment. “Arthur, what are you doing?” Khloe voiced out with her heart racing more than ever. At this point, Khloe too sensed the growing intimacy and was scared of what might transpire if the moment isn't toned down. Arthur, however, ignored her and still placed his head on her chest area, his hands moving behind her making the butterflies in her belly flutter. He inhaled deeply and her scent clustered his nostrils. “You really have a nice fragrance. Your whole body smells so fresh and elegant that I can't help but wonder how you taste,” he commented to make Khloe blush. She couldn't tell if it's a genuine compliment or if he was flirting. “Um.. thanks?” She coyly said.
The ear deafening scream came from Khloe's room to which Sam and Arthur reacted quickly by running over to her. Once they barged to her room, they found Khloe on her bed, with a flip flop in her hands. “Khloe, what is it?” Sam asked panting while Arthur walked in closer. “There's.. There's a roach there,” she stammered pointing to her bed. Sam’s face dropped and he creased his eyebrows. “You screamed so loud because of a cockroach?” He asked sarcastically. “I hate it. I was just trying to sleep when I felt something crawling on my leg. I then opened my sheets only to find that monster,” she said, irritatedly. Arthur touched the sheets and flipped them over. “Don't do that. What if it flies and bites me,” Khloe whined, tiptoeing. “Relax. Roaches are really harmless,” Arthur said. “You don't know that! That thing is a monster….” Khloe hadn't finished her last statement when the cockroach started flying all over the place and to make matters worse, it was headed towards her. K