Semua Bab TAKE A CHANCE ON ME : Bab 71 - Bab 80

         They went up the stairs together and the doctor started giving to Billy some details about the two forms of amnesia he had mentioned earlier. Together they entered Isabelle's room where he was expected by four very silent, resigned people and his patient. He kindly asked everyone to go out and leave him alone with his patient.“Hello, Isabelle! I'm Dr. Peter Jones. How are you feeling?”"I remember you, we met at the hospital for some reason that I... I don't remember," she answered smiling. “Well, let's say that altogether, I'm doing fine, even if my back hurts and I still feel a little dizzy..." She stopped and looked at him with a frown on her face. “I remember… my father...” she said softly when unclear and unpleasant memories began to invade her mind. “He was hitting me...” she added, starting to

“Of course, I don't love Isabelle!” Shawn denied violently. “Love died for me a long time ago. But even if it weren’t so, a woman like her isn’t made for me.”“You know she took this step because she loves you...”          Shawn drank the last drop of whiskey, turned his back on Peter, and went to the table to refill the glass.“She loved me...” he added almost whispering. "After what happened, she will hate me forever.” He turned to look at the man in front of him. “Dr. Jones, you are the only person who knows what happened. I can't tell the others since I did all this to stop Isabelle from dating my cousin. I seduced her, humiliated her, and then kicked her out. Not happy enough, I called her father and told him what happened, wit

She had called him by his full name, so she was really angry with him. Shawn moved away from her, put the empty glass on the table, and went to the window that opened onto the terrace and towards the rose garden, the place of many moments spent with Isabelle. It was the last place he had seen Belle before the ‘Silver Spur Ranch’ tragedy. He still was able to see Isabelle's sad face and the pride of her bearing, her decision not to show him how much his cruel words had hurt her. All she had asked of him had been a car to take her away from there right to the place where she almost met death."Obviously that I feel sorry for what happened to her," he replied in a weak tone because he understood that his way of behaving with Belle was making her situation quite difficult.“Both Isabelle and Lucy, have told me that they will do everything not to stay too much h

         The morning was already there and, for the third time in a row, Shawn had spent the night awake. He was still sitting in his armchair near the window with a blank stare on his face. Near the armchair was an empty bottle of whiskey, the only cure he could use to erase overwhelming thoughts and deep regrets. But even so, he couldn’t silence the severe voices, filled with accusations, he kept hearing every day. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough alcohol that could help him, that could erase the memories that continued to torture his mind, his heart, his soul, like the one of Isabelle almost dead and covered in blood.          Ever since Isabelle had arrived at the villa, Shawn had been feeling even worse. To avoid seeing the indifference in her eyes, Shawn was coming home late every night, when everyone was already asleep. When he

“What's going on here?” Marie asked, managing to slip into the room passing by her nephew. She turned to Shawn and saw him completely astonished. “Isabelle, dear, are you all right?”“You’re asking this feisty cat if she’s all right?! Are you kidding me?” Shawn exploded shaking his head totally incredulous. “Goddamnit, aunt! She threw a pitcher full of water on me! She’s batshit crazy! She could’ve killed me with that fucking pitcher!”“Shawn Gabriel Grayson, I’m asking you nicely to watch your language and to behave better! What did you say to our sweet Bella to make her react this violently?” Marie asked looking at him intently.          He stared at his aunt, surprised that she took the defenses of ‘sw