AidenA thrill runs through my body at her words. It's not the first time I've been propositioned by a gorgeous lady, but this moment with Hermione is incomparable. My body sparks to life with the feel of her hand in mine, our gazes connecting, and her radiant smile. Her voice washes over me like a soothing melody, filling me with warmth and comfort.I love her too; I know that. I'm probably falling in love with her all over again, and it's a good feeling. "How did we meet? How did we get married? Can you fill me in on our past?" I'm eager to get my memories back. Hermione scrunches her face, probably believing that might not be a good idea. "Just the safe parts," I add. "I don't know which parts of our history are safe, Aiden. You might experience overstimulation if I go too far." "I'll let you know if I'm feeling out of sorts, so you can stop. Tell me, please." I'm dying to know. "Did I approach you and ask you out..." She shakes her head before I finish my question. "No, our
Hermione "It's alright," I assure Raymond. He told me about Aiden's memory lapse, expressing his wonder at how Aiden could have forgotten me. Raymond runs his hand through his hair. "It's kinda hard to believe." I press my lips together, managing a small smile. "He will get through this." He appraises me with a sympathetic look. "This shouldn't be happening. If there's anything I can do to help, just give me a call, alright?" I nod, waving a brief goodbye to him as he leaves.I spend the night at the hospital, having no reason to return to that large house alone. I might feel miserable there. I've become so attached to Aiden's company that I'm certain if I return home, I won't be able to focus on my studies or sleep for the night. Even now in the office, thoughts of him dominate my mind. I deliberately chose not to meet him when Raymond informed me of his request to see me; it was too late at night, and he needed rest. So did I; I was exhausted. If he now knows that I'm his wi
Aiden I find myself unable to tear my gaze away from the beautiful doctor as she leaves the room. Despite being told she's not my attending physician or a nurse, her presence seems significant. She's a professor, I've been informed. Her youthful appearance and fresh-faced beauty are striking. Given her frequent visits and interest in my condition, I'm tempted to wonder if she might have a personal interest in me. The hospital director's visit doesn't surprise me, considering my father's influence, but the question she posed puzzles me. The doctor explained that I've lost some vital memories due to the accident, assuring me that they'll guide me through every step of my rehabilitation and therapy until I'm back to full health. "Is that doctor anyone significant to me?" I ask Raymond, my brow furrowed in curiosity. My mind is blank; I have no recollection of ever meeting her or getting involved with someone like her. She appears to be under thirty, and with her accomplishments, I
Hermione "Do you recognize me?" Mom asks Aiden. She's the fourth person to visit him—after his dad, his stepmom, and Lachlan—following his diagnosis with amnesia. Dr. Hale had advised that attempts to stimulate his memory should be limited to one person per visit to avoid overstimulation. He has recognized his immediate family so far, much to the relief of his dad. I stand by the corner, awaiting his response, playing along with his misunderstanding of me as one of the medical staff checking up on him. "Sure. Mrs. Ezra Watson Pierce, the director of this foundation," he answers with an expression that mirrors the one someone would give who doesn't know Ezra Watson Pierce. Mom twists her mouth, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Is that all you remember of me?" Aiden lifts one eyebrow in questioning. "Is there more I should remember?"I exhale, stepping out of the room with Mom and Dr. Hale. Aiden's accident seems to have erased all memory of me, his mind transported back t
Hermione Chairman Mendes arrived at the hospital in the wee hours of the morning. By then, Aiden had been transferred to the ICU, his surgery having lasted six hours. My eyes are bloodshot and chilled with unshed tears as I swivel my head toward the doorway upon his entry. He looks at Aiden's supine form on the bed first; his expression darkens before he focuses his attention on me. "How did this happen?" His voice shakes, reflecting the severity of Aiden's injury. Aiden's head is wrapped in bandages securing a dressing for his craniotomy, and his femur is immobilized in a stabilizing device to allow for proper healing of the fracture. Various monitors and tubes surround him, a stark reminder of the severity of his condition. He looks fragile on the bed, and despite the assurance from the operating surgeons that his surgery was successful, the sight of him is a blow to my heart.My mouth parts wordlessly. I'm unsure where to begin. One moment, we were making plans for the night
Hermione The moment the ambulance van reaches the hospital, the doors are flung open. I called Dr. May during transport to have an operating room ready and to page the doctors on duty. I suspect that neurosurgery and orthopedic departments will be needed, given the bleeding from Aiden's head and the fractures he sustained during the collision. A full diagnosis will be confirmed upon arrival, and I have made prior arrangements to ensure the necessary doctors are available. A cervical spine injury is probable, but that will be determined after the scan. Dr. May, along with a nurse and resident, assists the paramedic in lowering Aiden's wheeler from the van and transporting him to the trauma bay. Our footsteps are hurried, the wheeler's tires screeching over the marble surface in a cacophony with the sound of our footsteps. "One, two, three," the paramedic team calls out, transferring Aiden's body from the emergency wheeler to the gurney in one swift motion.I issue orders immedia