"I've performed some simple hypnosis on Mr. Northwood to help him sort out his memories, and his headaches have been somewhat alleviated. "My preliminary conclusion is that apart from the influence of the drugs, the cause of his headaches and disorientation is due to the memories that were forcibly implanted. The false memories are getting jumbled up with the real ones, and it'll only continue to get worse as time passes," Jamison said.As he droned on about what had happened to Lucian, he used a variety of complex jargon that Calista didn't understand. Yet, it didn't affect her understanding of what he was saying."Can those two sets of memories be separated then? So that he knows what's real and what isn't." Jamison shook his head."Memories are mysterious things. They can't be seen or touched. No one, safe for him, can accurately distinguish real from fake. They're very malleable as well. "Memories are used as a pivot to generate imaginary scenarios. Mr. Northwood can no lo
Yara continued to grumble about Lucian until she got to the car. Why was a grown man so nosy? He was already 30 but he acted like a child who couldn't stop tattling.Unfortunately, he was also Calista's ill husband. She couldn't even chastise him. The situation left her feeling frustrated. What she needed right now was to relax.Her phone rang, momentarily distracting her. Yara checked the caller ID and saw that it was one of her disreputable friends. It was such a nice coincidence that someone was offering themselves up to her unprompted. She picked up the call. "Where should we meet? My treat.""Huh?"The man had called her up to borrow some money and hadn't expected Lady Luck to be on his side at all. He answered excitedly, "We'll go wherever you want, Ms. Yara."Yara gave it some thought. "Luminary Lounge?"Timothy's face immediately surfaced in her mind as soon as she said these words. She shuddered and hastily changed her mind. "No. Let's go somewhere else. Are there any
Yara was at a loss for words but was beyond "thankful" for the opportunity. Now that she knew that it was Timothy, she stiffly turned her head back around. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him approaching. Then, the seat next to her dipped down slightly. Timothy sat down and his familiar scent filled her nostrils. Yara involuntarily straightened up and acted like a well-behaved student who had been called upon in class.The man sounded amused as he spoke in a low tone, "Yarizzle?"Yara shot him a mocking smile. "Yara. Not Yarizzle…"There was no way she was going to let him call her Yaya. He was a master at being sarcastic and settling scores. If she allowed him to refer to her in such a casual manner, he would be coming for her the next day.Timothy raised a brow. There was a faint smile playing on his lips. "How about Lil' Y?"Yara was so mad she was seeing red. "Who are you calling Lil' Y, you…" She was about to cuss him out but quickly stopped herself. "What are you doi
Timothy had originally been facing the car window. After hearing what Yara had to say, he turned around to look at her. "Are you sure I'm the one toying with you, and not the other way around?"There was an unclear emotion hidden in his narrowed eyes. He reached out and lightly brushed his fingertips across her face."Did you forget that you have a boyfriend, Yaya? Shouldn't you be steering clear of activities that would make you look bad?"Yara already felt bad about what happened tonight. But now that he was mentioning it, she felt even more guilty."Tonight was just a misunderstanding. I didn't know they would arrange for any of that…""My legs feel weak. I can't walk straight." Timothy took the opportunity to dictate his terms.She was left with no other choice but to help him upstairs. The moment the door opened, he pressed her against the door and wrapped his arms around her waist. His lips hovered near her neck. "Yaya…" he whispered, his warm breath brushing against her.
Selena was startled awake upon hearing those words. She gasped heavily for breath and opened her eyes, only to find herself lying in bed. It was just a dream.The fear of the failed surgery lingered in her heart, causing it to pound in anxiety. Her mind was still consumed by those horrific words even after waking up. Selena fumbled around for her phone. As she was doing so, the bedroom door swung open. Henry walked in and said solemnly, "He's dead…"Upon hearing his words, the color drained from Selena's face. She felt like her world had collapsed. She stared at Henry. Her face was pale, and she looked shocked. "D—Dead?"Henry was frightened by Selena's expression. He walked toward the bed and sat down. He held her hand and said, "Why are you so frightened?"Selena had always taken good care of herself. So she looked very good despite her age. Her fingertips, which were soft and supple, trembled uncontrollably.She clutched his sleeve tightly and gazed at him with a frightened e
To her shock, she only saw Calista. She was wearing a white mid-length sweater and a pair of white wide-legged trousers. Other than the coat draped in her arms, her hands were empty. There was a stark contrast between her and the other travelers who were carrying various bags. Yara's mind immediately went into overdrive. Where was Lucian? Could he have really lost his memory and fallen in love with another woman like in the movies? It couldn't be. They had gone abroad specifically for his treatment. Calista would not have left his side. Could something have happened?Yara rushed over to Calista and held her hand tightly. She stuck her head around to look behind Calista. "Where's Lucian?""He…"Their surroundings were too noisy. Just as Yara leaned in to try and hear what Calista was saying, Calista was pulled away from her. Then, she raised her head to look toward where Calista had been pulled to. Lucian stood in front of Calista with his hands around her waist, blocking Yara. H
Yara had reserved a table at one of Calista's favorite restaurants to welcome them back. Upon realizing that they were being led to a rectangular table, she immediately ordered, "Give me a round table." If they were sat at a round table, Lucian wouldn't be able to separate her and Calista. Yara sat on Calista's right. Despite Lucian's discontent, he refrained from expressing himself when he saw Calista's smiling face and twinkling eyes."When did he become so clingy?" Yara whispered to Calista while the men discussed business. She continued in a hushed voice, "If I didn't know any better, I would've thought that you cast a spell on him.""Maybe it's because I was the first person he saw when he regained consciousness. And now, he only recognizes me.""He doesn't," Yara raised her chin and gestured toward Lucian. "consider you as his mom, right? As in, does he now have some mother complex kink?"Calista choked on her water, and her face turned red from embarrassment. Lucian glan
Lucian remained silent as he contemplated how to tactfully express his distaste for the raw meat without hurting Calista's feelings. He pondered about it throughout the journey home and mentally prepared himself for the conversation.However, before he could take any action, Callie had already sensed something amiss. Lucian's demeanor gave away his struggle. His gaze landed everywhere except her lips.Calista questioned him, "Are you disgusted with me?"He answered without hesitation, "No." He was not disgusted, he was just…"Really?" She eyed him with suspicion. Looking at his serious expression, she playfully reached out and cupped his face. She stood on her tiptoes, about to kiss him. As she got closer, her sweet, feminine scent enveloped him. Lucian instinctively reached out to hold her.Initially, he was concerned that she would lose her balance. When he realized her intentions, her soft lips were already in proximity to his. Instinctively, he tilted his head back to avoid