As Rosy removed the needle from Sara's palm, she posed a question, "Shouldn't you ask about your own well-being?"Sara responded, "Their lives hold greater importance to me, Rosy.""Well, your life is equally valuable to them. The doctor mentioned that you need to undergo another test today, and if the infection is under control, you may be discharged soon."Sara remained unresponsive, her primary concern focused solely on her family. Rosy cleansed the wound with antiseptic and offered a reassuring smile, saying, "You may freshen up now, Mrs. Dixon. I will bring you breakfast.""Thank you," Sara said and as soon as Rosy departed, she wiped away her tears and anxiously bit her lip.Having been discharged from the hospital, Sara was still prohibited from visiting Yohan Dixon. Natalie and Bruno suggested her to stay at the Dixon villa until Yohan recovered. With Neel Dixon away on a business trip, Sara had no choice but to accept their proposal.It was late evening.Sara found herself si

Three times in the night the nurse came to check on Yohan and all three times she found Sara sitting near Yohan's bed. The nurse asked her every time to go to sleep. Because Yohan was not likely to wake up due to drug intoxication. But Sara avoided it by saying that she wants to see her husband to the fullest. As the first rays of morning spread over the city, Yohan also woke up from his sleep. He looked at the bottle connected to his pulse which still had fluid left in it. Then his eyes fell on Sara. She was sleeping by placing her head on the bed near his palm. Her innocent face didn't touch Yohan's heartstrings this time. Then, the nurse entered the room and greeted Yohan, "Good morning, Mr. Dixon." Yohan's voice was soft, “I want to use toilet” His words stirred Sara from her sleep, and she remained silent upon noticing the nurse's presence. "Good morning, Madam," the nurse greeted Sara. "Good morning," Sara responded with a gentle smile, standing up from her seat. The nur

The days flew by quickly, and Yohan remained unaware that Sara was not just a stranger but his own wife. He would observe her diligently carrying out her duties, while his memories remained elusive.As time passed, Yohan's physical wounds began to heal, and Sara, along with Assistant Nolan, would sit with him and discuss business matters. One day, Sara suggested him to come to the office.She helped him put on a blazer and looked at him with eyes full of admiration. Her husband looked incredibly handsome in his black suit, although he couldn't perceive that he had lost his memory.As usual, Sara proceeded to tie his tie.Yohan couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful face.“It had been months since you had been to the office. The world knew about the kidnapping but they are unaware that you have no recollection of the past.”After securing the tie, Sara lifted her gaze, searching for something within Yohan's distant eyes. "Yohan," she spoke from the depths of her heart. Hearing his na

Yohan stood there like a statue for a moment, comprehending that the woman was afraid of thunder. However, he couldn't grasp how to calm the thunder that had suddenly erupted within him.The rain began to pour, drenching them both. And when the third thunderclap resonated, everything went dark."Yohan..." she cried out, and Yohan held her tighter in his arms.Resting his chin on her head, he held her tightly, his heartbeat echoing in her ears. As a familiar warmth enveloped her, Sara Owen slowly opened her eyes and gazed up at his strong, chiseled features."Let's go inside," he said, gripping her wrist and leading her towards the villa. However, the blackout made it impossible for them to see anything around them."Damn it," he muttered in frustration."There should be some candles in the kitchen," Sara's voice, sweet as honey, floated through the air. Yohan flicked on his lighter, providing a soft, dim light as they made their way to the kitchen. Unfortunately, they discovered only

"Everything went well?" Yohan asked.Sara nodded, "All the projects will be launched this week.""Then you'll be busier.""No matter how busy I am, I'll still cook for you."His smile returned after a long time, melting her heart. "Thanks for cooking," he expressed, opening the car door for her. With a bittersweet smile, she sat inside.For the first time since the incident, he took the wheel and drove."Did the auditions go well?" she asked."I'm the owner, so you should ask the models," his direct response surprised her. His past may have faded, but his character remained."Did you select a model?""Hmm."Sara didn't inquire further and gazed out of the window.When he parked the car in the basement, Sara Owen gazed at him. "You wait. I'll come early," she pleaded, not wanting him to discover about their daughter so soon."I'll come with you," he said, stepping out of the car. Sara Owen swallowed nervously and followed him, her eyes fixed on his back. He crushed the cigarette beneat