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Ethan was stunned to have heard Claire say such a nickname in her dream. In fact, he was so stunned to the extent that he didn't know what to say or what to do. It was as if a whole bucket of cold water had been poured on him. He just sat on the bed with Claire in his arms as the girl kept frowning and thrashing in her nightmare. However, Ethan was also battling with his emotions and daylight nightmare that he forgot to comfort or soothe the crying girl. The feelings and emotions he was feeling were so strong. Those two little words “Big Bunny” were sending his mind into chaos. It was as if he had returned to that horrible day and was hearing those two words from that special patient. How could this be? This is impossible. It's impossible. It just can't be, Ethan kept saying to himself, as if he was trying to convince himself or trying to reason with himself that whatever he was hearing wasn't true.It was all fictional. It was all fake and not real. Just as he was lost in his tho
Ethan looked at Mr. And Mrs. Anderson coldly. His intense gaze spoke louder than his voice. Mr. And Mrs. Anderson became a little terrified. They shifted uncomfortably on their feet from Ethan's threatening gaze.However, after some seconds, they regained their composure. They came with a determination and a purpose. There was no way they would be going back without getting what they came for or without meeting the person they came to meet.Mrs. Anderson looked at her husband and gave him the go-ahead sign. Mr. Anderson cleared his throat and spoke… “ Ethan, my son, we came here to look for Claire. Please allow us to meet her.” Mr. Anderson said, trying to be polite. Ethan raised an eyebrow at them and gave them a questionable look. Are they ordering him or what?George, who was standing beside his parents, felt embarrassed. He turned his face to Ethan and gave him an apologetic face. Ethan and Chase understood their friend. There was no way they were going to blame him for his pare
However, it seemed Mr. And Mrs. Anderson didn't notice Ethan's pain in his eyes, and they continued to add more fuel to the fire. “Oh, I see… So, now you're saying you didn't kill our Angel? You are saying you are not at fault, correct? Had it not been for you, would Angel have gone to that place where she was met with a terrible ending? Would she have died, Ethan? And now you have the guts and balls to say that you don't feel any guilty. You are so heartless and cruel, Ethan!” Mrs. Anderson said ferociously as tears streamed down her cheeks.Mr. Anderson embraced his wife in his arms and tried to soothe her. Indeed, it was a cruel thing to say to a mother who lost her child while saving you.Barbara rolled her eyes at her parents. She really felt embarrassed and disgusted by their actions. It hasn't even been confirmed whether Claire is Angel or related to them. And yet, they are scolding Ethan and blaming him. What if Claire is not Angel? How are her parents going to face Ethan in
Claire was sleeping peacefully in Ethan's bedroom when she suddenly heard rackets coming from either downstairs or outside, making her sleepless. Initially, she tried to ignore the rackets and continued with her sleep. However, the noises coming from outside became louder and louder which caused her sleep to become more difficult.No matter how much she tried to ignore the racket outside and continue with her sleep, the clangor just wouldn't stop and kept waking her up. Even in her sleep, Claire still felt irritated. With so much difficulty, Claire opened her eyes only to close them again because of his heavy they felt. She tried opening them again and the first thing her eyes met was an unfamiliar ceiling and a beautiful white chandelier. She was a little confused before slowly moving her eyes around to take a look at her surroundings and realized something was amidst. 'Where am I? Where is this place? This is definitely not my room in Ethan's house and this is definitely not the
She found it strange and amused at the same time. What were doing or talking about before her arrival to get such reaction from them? It was as if they've been caught doing something bad.She subconsciously shifted uncomfortably on her feet for a moment before she gave them a sheepish smile and greeted them with her feeble voice. Her throat was actually hurting from all the shouting cries from earlier. “Ha! Uhm - hi...!” Claire said sheepishly. She didn't actually know what she wanted to say to them. She felt as if she had been caught eavesdropping on their conversation or something of that sort, though it's never like that. Ethan and Chase looked at her with puzzled faces for a moment, as if they were trying to get their heads on why or how she came downstairs instead of sleeping. Or worst of all, if she heard their interaction with Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. After a few seconds, the two men rushed to her side and started inspecting her body for any injuries she might have gotten after
'It can't be right? It's not what I think it is, right? Ethan can't possibly - no- he can't be interested in Claire, right?' He asked himself inwardly with a dumbfounded expression. With his reaction and the loud gasp that tore from his mouth, both Claire and Ethan turned their attention to him.“Doctor Chase, is everything okay?” Claire asked.“Huh? Oh- uhm - yeah- yeah! I mean, everything's okay. Don't mind me.” Chase fumbled over his words, making Claire more confused. “I tell you what… you better get rid of anything stupid cooking inside your fucking brain!” Ethan said to him coldly. Of course, he understood the kind of gaze Chase was giving him.“What? Ethan, I understand you are getting old and might be jealous of my young face, but please — don't insult me in front of our little Claire. And also, mind your language! I don't want little Claire to learn such vulgar language from you!” Chase hissed at Ethan as if he was lecturing him.Ethan was speechless when he heard what Chas
“Claire! You can't blame me for… uhm, I mean sitting on my brother's lap." Jeffrey teased and continued... "Actually, even if you were startled by my intrusion, you could've run to any place to hide apart from my brother's side. And to top it all, sitting on HIS LAP!” Jeffrey teased with a smirk dancing in his handsome face as he took a seat on one of the couches, after throwing his backpack somewhere in the living room.“You…!” Claire pointed a finger at him with a reddened face, but couldn't find any word to refute his claim. “Bullshit!” She just declared with a huff and took a seat far from both Jeffrey and Ethan. She even tried to maintain an angry face and avoided everyone's gaze. Typically childish.Jessica and Chase couldn't help the smile that spread on their faces as they watched the two bicker. It was really a sight to behold. Ethan, on the other hand, had no emotion or expression on his face as he sat there with a nonchalant face. However, if anyone had watched him carefu
"Do you remember only those things? Did you see anything else? Try to recollect more," Ethan inquired of Claire, hoping that she would disclose additional details about her recollections.It seemed as though he desired to ascertain the veracity of his thoughts; his insinuations held some truth.He was oblivious to how desperate he sounded. All he wanted was to uncover the nickname that Claire mentioned in her sleep.Although Chase had suggested it might be a misunderstanding and that Claire was likely referring to him in that context.Nevertheless, Ethan had a lingering feeling that told him otherwise. It was a slight itch, but one he couldn't shake off. That's why he needed to tactfully inquire with Claire instead of directly asking her."Hmm?" Claire queried, perplexed. She could clearly perceive the desperation in Ethan's expression, which bewildered her."What's troubling him? Why does he seem so eager for me to remember everything at once? Moreover, why does my memories affect him
But Ethan was gentle, soothing her with soft words and caresses. "I'm sorry, love. Trust me, you'll love it. Just hold on for a while." He waited patiently, allowing her to adjust to his junior before beginning a slow, passionate rhythm. As she relaxed, he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more wild. Claire's moans and screams filled the room, her body bouncing on the mattress in time with his movements. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony. Ethan lifted her leg to his shoulder to deepen their connection. He kissed her leg with fervor as if every inch of her skin was meant to be worshipped by him. As he began to move rapidly, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, his hands fondling her breasts while his lips devoured hers, leaving them tender and swollen. The intensity of their passion was palpable. In a swift motion, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, expertly stimulating her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Next, he pulled
As Ethan's hands roamed her body, Claire's resolve began to crumble, and she couldn't help but moan in response to his tantalizing touch. His smirk grew wider as he whispered, "That's good. Keep on doing that!" He lavished attention on her belly button, sucking and kissing it, sending shivers down her spine. His gentle bites and soft kisses on her thigh left her feeling like she was burning with desire, craving more of his caresses. She clenched the bedsheet tightly and arched her back. This was the first time she was experiencing something like that, so the feelings were too much for her to handle. With a flirtatious tug, Ethan teased her by pulling down her lace panties, making Claire's face flush with embarrassment and shyness. She instinctively closed her legs, but he gently coaxed them apart, reveling in the breathtaking view before him. Both of them couldn't believe they were actually going to do the deed. The strange thing is that it felt normal to them as if they were
Ethan and Claire continued devouring each other's lips as they forgot everything and everyone except themselves. Ethan's passion for Claire was so immense that he was barely holding on to the little sanity in him in other not to snap and take her now and then. Sensing that Claire was out of breath, Ethan broke their kiss and gave her the chance to take in oxygen into her lungs. His hand softly caressed her face. Looking at her red slightly swollen lips, Ethan forgot all logic and made a decision. He won't let Claire go with just a kiss. He wanted her and looked at how Claire was also looking at him, Ethan she might have also come to the same conclusion. Ethan's piercing gaze held Claire captive, his passion and charm rendering her helpless. As he tenderly stroked her hair, his warm breath whispered in her ear, "May I?" The gentle nip on her earlobe sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't suppress a soft moan. The sound of her pleasure only fueled Ethan's desire, and
"Have you forgotten what you did earlier? I just wanted to check your temperature, but you grabbed my hand and refused to let go. I had no choice but to share my bed with you. Not only that, but immediately you felt me on the bed. You climbed on top of me and hugged me as if your life depended on it. And now, you are asking? Claire, since when did you become shameless?" Ethan teased her. Clara was mortified, even though having no recollection of what had transpired. But Ethan told her about hugging his hand and even wrapping her arms around his waist while he was trying to sleep. That thought alone made her red with embarrassment. As if that wasn't enough, Ethan went on and said many things that actually didn't happen while laughing at her red face. "Stoooooopppppp!!! Please stop!" Claire begged him to stop, but Ethan's laughter was infectious, and he couldn't help but continue. Eventually, he composed himself, and Claire shot him an angry glance, though her embarrassm
As Ethan basked in a pleasant dream, he was abruptly jolted awake by the distressed cries of someone nearby. He sat up in bed, scanning the room for an intruder, only to realize that the hand grasping his was visibly trembling. He soon noticed Claire thrashing about, caught in the grip of what seemed like a nightmare. Ethan immediately tried to rouse her, calling out her name repeatedly, but she remained entranced. Tears streamed down her face as beads of sweat trickled from her forehead. Ethan attempted to shake off her absorption, to no avail. So, he gently lifted her onto his lap, cradling her in a tight embrace, hoping that it would soothe her. As Claire's body relaxed against the warmth of his chest, her agitation gradually subsided like the work of a magician, making her body went limb on his lap. Ethan softly whispered reassurances, trying to calm her down. He stroked her hair, his fingers weaving through her locks in a soothing motion that helped calm her nerves
The air inside Ethan's car was thick with tension as he sped down the road, his foot heavy on the accelerator. His urgency to get home stemmed from his desire to have Chase examine Claire, who was in a bad state. Beats of sweat formed on her forehead, and her face looked pale. The rain had subsided, leaving behind a gentle drizzle, but Claire still shivered despite the car heater's warmth. Her face had lost its color, and her sleep was fitful, punctuated by murmurs of Ethan's name. Ethan's voice, laced with concern, broke the silence. "Claire, are you okay?" He asked, his usual detachment replaced by a mix of emotions. Claire's response was a faint whisper, "Cold... It's so cold..." Ethan didn't hesitate, pulling over on the left side of the road and rushing to her side to unbuckle her seatbelt. He then gently lifted her into his lap, where she instinctively wrapped her arms around him, seeking warmth and comfort from his body. As Claire's body relaxed against his, Ethan f
"E- Ethan!" She called out weakly, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions – anger, relief, grief, and more."Let's go home. Jessica and Jeffrey are waiting for you. Chase is also there. He will take care of you, alright?" Ethan said softly, comforting Claire with his words. He felt so remorseful looking at her pale face.However, Claire reluctantly extricated herself from his grasp. She was still seething with anger towards him."I have no desire to go to your house! You banished me, did you not? What if I accompany you and you disown me once more for any trivial misstep? Will I become your plaything then? To be discarded whenever you see fit, only to be retrieved when it suits your fancy? No, thank you!" Claire retorted and attempted to walk away.Despite her state, she still didn't want to be a burdens for others. If leaving everyone will bring peace not only to herself but also to the people around her, then so be it. No one really wanted her any
"Then what are you waiting for? Take her to the hospital! Do you want her to die?" Old Madam Wilson exclaimed, shocking everyone present.Was she genuinely concerned for Claire's well-being? No, that couldn't be. Their conversation earlier in the day flashed through their minds.Indeed, the old woman was cunning. She still harbored the desire to use Claire to gain favor with the Richardson family.Kelvin felt disgusted by his grandmother's behavior, but he remained silent. For now, his focus should be solely on Claire. He would have to confront his grandmother later on.After a while, Claire started coughing, drawing everyone's attention back to her."Little one, how are you feeling?" Kelvin asked with genuine concern. "Mom, Claire's awake!" He called for his mother, who rushed out of the kitchen with a hot bowl of soup in her hands."Oh, my child! How are you feeling? What happened to you?" Mrs. Wilson bombarded Claire with questions, her tear-stained face revealing her worry.Claire
Claire remained rooted in place, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her mind raced, attempting to make sense of the situation. Who was this Angel? And why was someone looking for her?Thoughts and emotions coursed through Claire's body, causing violent shocks that seemed to pull her out of the dimension she was in. She turned to where the mysterious boy had been hiding, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face. But he was nowhere to be seen. In the blink of an eye, Claire was back in the reality of lying on the side of the road.As she opened her eyes, Claire noticed the murky water surrounding her, but she paid no attention. Her mind was consumed with trying to make sense of what had just happened.Where was she? If she's still lying in the rain on the roadside, where was that thick forest she saw? Was that a vision or a dream?And then it hit her like a bolt of lightning making her gasped in disbelief. "W-was that my memory?" She whispered, fear creeping into her heart.But that can't b