He gently commanded, "Don't talk like that," as his palm caressed the contour of her cheek. "I have to ensure your security, Rafa." As he dropped his gaze on her breasts, concealed by the unsightly medical gown, need surged within him. He recalled how those breasts fit perfectly into the palms of his hands, how they felt in his mouth, and how her breath quivered as he ran his tongue over the tips. "What would happen if my memory failed to return?" She asked with concern. He slammed the door on the seductive visions, making him long and desperately passionate with Rafaella by jerking his attention back to her face. "Yes, it will be back, Rafa." t may not be as soon as we wanted, but eventually, you will get it back. Everything is just temporary." "If it doesn't, what then? The doctor said it may not..." "Believe me. The doctor told you that is based on some patients having the same case. But you're going to regain your memory." When it happened, he hoped he wouldn't lose her once
"Detective Smith, I want you to put the person who hurt my wife in jail," Alexus ordered. "Yes, Mr. Latimer, we agree. Unfortunately, we don't have much to work on because of your wife's amnesia issue." Alexus said, "You have an eyewitness and a sketch of the man's appearance." "We are following up on both of those leads. However, even if we find a suspect and can make an arrest, we will need your wife to identify him as the victim's attacker." As the total weight of her predicament struck her once more, Rafaella murmured aloud, "Which I can't do unless my memory returns." "I am sorry, ma'am." Her memory might return tomorrow, next month, or even a year from now, according to the neurologist Alexus had brought in. Or it might not return at all. The knot in her stomach that was always there twisted a little tighter at the notion of being unable to recall the details of her life and who she was. "You must allow yourself some time. It's only been a few days," Alexus reassured her,
But how did she tell the man she was married to that it wasn’t just the detective’s kidnapping theory that had the nerves knotting in her stomach? It was the prospect of going home with a husband who was, for all intents and purposes, a stranger to her. Alexus acknowledged that he was treading a fine line as he steered the Bugatti down the street and toward his house alone because he had left Timothy to watch after Rafaella. And now that he was bringing Rafaella home, the thin line he had been walking since he decided to keep their separation from Rafaella a secret appeared to get even lighter. He gave Libby instructions to arrange her possessions in his bedroom, the items Timothy had picked up from the hotel where they had checked in, and the majority of her clothing and necessities out of the house she had lived in, which he had repurchased from the man who was responsible for all the unfortunate events in the Jones family that led to her father's suicide. It appeared that she had
"Was this where I reside?"Alexus quickly brought his focus back to Rafaella. She regarded the house with wide eyes as though seeing it for the first time. He quickly reminded himself that she had witnessed it for the first time by giving himself a mental kick.She probably didn't remember the house if she didn't remember him.Alexus told her, "This is where we reside," feeling a twinge of guilt at the half-truth."It's adorable."He informed her, "That's what you said the first time I brought you here." That much was true. She didn't even tell him her impression of the house before her accident, but he saw enough appreciation in her eyes when he brought her to talk about their separation. "The gardens are so beautiful," he heard her say as if she was in a dreamy world.From the wheelchair where she was seated, she looked around the vastness of the place. And she closed her eyes when she felt the cool breeze on her cheeks. She felt her mood lighten.Alexus was silent, with his eyes st
"What might be critical?" Rafaella questioned hastily. She was eyeing Alexus. "Rafa, let's do it for the good of everyone. If somebody tries to break in, we have people around to deal with them." "Are you saying there's a risk to us?" "No, although it's best to use caution," said Alexus. Rafaella was ready to speak when Mrs. Wood returned, giving Alexus a bottle of water and a pill. "Rafa, do you need anything?" "No, I'm okay. I appreciate you asking." She responded, grinning at the senior lady. Her worries eventually vanished when she realized they were all referring to her by her given name, which was shortened for them. Most of all, she sensed Alexus's gratitude for her health. Timothy continued, "Same with us," before facing Alexus. Just tell me when you're prepared." "Yes, bring them to my study. I'll be right back with you." He turned to face her after rising. "You can rest in our room after I bring you there. You appear exhausted." He smiled and extended his h
Alexus continued to walk with heavy steps down the hallway towards his study room when he saw Timothy, who seemed to have just returned from his destination. He immediately noticed his broad smile."Why are you having that dog sneer on your face?" He commented coldly. "What's funny? Cut that crap."Timothy's laughter echoed in the hallway."Foul day, huh? I thought you would stay in your bedroom for a while," he said. Still having that wide grin. "You know, kind of reconciliation."His eyebrows quirked," And you have a foul imagination. There's no such thing.""Oh. So how did you convince her to share your bedroom?""The half-truth," he replied with sadness in his eyes. "It's the only way I could think of. With all the chaos, I was thankful she confronted me about our failed divorce before things worsened.""Yep. You're just lucky, man," Timothy agreed. "I guess this is your chance to put things in order. Just imagine having those smart kids which you didn't know about. And bitching wh
"The old man's name is Mateo Lombardi, an old Italian man, a friend of my wife's father. Rafa's father owed that older man a lot of money, and he wanted Rafa as the payment. The Jones family lived across from our residence. Our fathers were friends. When my father was murdered, I became closer to their family, and Rafa's father was like a father figure to me at the age of 14. So when I learned about his dilemma, I offered to marry his daughter Rafa at that time, barely 18. And after that, her father committed suicide." Gwen gasped,” Sorry for the interruption,” she said while her two companions were quietly seated and eagerly listening. "The woman in that picture was my girlfriend then, who knew nothing at first that I married Rafa. Eventually, when she found out, she accepted it since my motive was to save her." "So, how did you live together as a couple?" Gwen asked impatiently. "We didn't live as a couple. She continued living her life with her family and continued her schooling
Sighing, she looked at the wall of window glass panels where she could see the sky. Not a cloud to be seen. It was a clear crystal with a blue atmosphere that made her think about how her mind had pictured how crystal clear it was, with no memory of anything. She thought she should be content with being alive and married to a helpful and gorgeous man.Making the best of it, Rafaella looked at him as he slowly brought her casted leg to the bathtub's rim. "All right, now what?""I'm fixing your leg in the bathtub so the water won't wet your injured knee. Rest your head in the bathtub rim so I can wash your hair."After a while, she could hear the water flow from the faucet on her left.She slowly felt the warm water going up to her stomach."I'll be back," Alexus said, and she heard his footsteps slowly vanish. She was left alone for a while. Her hand slowly played with the hot water, which she gently splashed on her arms and shoulders. She felt relief and closed her eyes.She could hear