Lucian stared at her, confused. "What do you mean, who am I?" he questioned. "You don't know who I am?" he asked, shocked. "No, I don't," she replied with a serious face. "I'm quite puzzled to find unfamiliar faces as the first thing I'm seeing after waking up," she continued. "But where is Lucy and Roman?" she asked, glancing around. "They're supposed to be here." "Who is she asking for?" Lucian wondered aloud, his gaze fixed on her. Her accent is... "Jake, do you want to explain what's going on?" Lucian demanded, not taking his eyes off her. "Well, the fact that she doesn't recognize you and the change in her accent could be an after-effect of the drug she took," Jake sighed and stepped forward. "It could indicate a relapsed memory. She can't recall anything." he added with a frown "If that's the case, why the sudden personality change, and why is she asking for people I don't know?" Lucian inquired further. "Just because you don't know them doesn't mean she doesn't," Jake repli

“You’re very quiet, hope you are not mad?” Lucian asked, attempting to initiate a conversation. “Is there a reason for me to be?” she replied with a question. “Well … I suppose,” he responded. I stared at him for a few minutes before speaking again. “Why do you suppose so?” I questioned without looking at him. Lucian remained quiet, undoubtedly searching for the perfect excuse, but that didn’t matter anymore. The cat was already out of the bag; there was no need to act all high and mighty. “Look, Mr. Creed, you …” “My apologies,” he blurted out, cutting me off. “What?” He sighed loudly, “Look, I know you wanted to keep that part of your life a secret. I mean IED is not something you share with others.” “And yet, you knew about it. Not just you, but the entire household,” I spat out. “I guess you really did dig up a lot about me.” “Not that much, and on the contrary, it’s just the four of us,” he replied. “I take it the ‘four of us’ means Josie the maid is included?” “Yes,

Lucian found himself standing at the entrance of the lounge, lost in the labyrinth of his thoughts. His gaze was fixed on Jake, yet his mind seemed to be wandering in some distant realm, disconnected from the present moment. It was as if he was looking right through Jake, his vision clouded by the fog of contemplation. Breaking through the boundaries of Lucian's mind, Jake's voice cut through the mental haze. With a playful wave of his hand, he beckoned Lucian back to reality. "Earth to Lucian," he called out, a grin playing on his lips as he tried to bridge the gap between their worlds. Startled, Lucian blinked and refocused his attention on Jake. His brow furrowed slightly as he tried to grasp the transition from his inner musings to the external scene before him. "What?" Lucian responded, his voice a tad dazed as he shook off the remnants of his daydream. "What are you doing?" he inquired, a genuine curiosity lacing his words as he sought to reconnect with the present conversatio

Just like Lucian said the next morning, Josie and the other maids came knocking on my door. At first, I decided to ignore whoever was behind the door. It was too early, and I was too exhausted to move. Last night was way too super freaky for me to be moving up and down. The thought of going berserk again was eating at my consciousness. But even when I decided not to move, it didn't stop whoever was at the door from knocking. Irritated, I hurried and opened the door. "Just what the heck do you want?" I demanded, staring right at Josie and ignoring the other two. "Good morning, Ma'am," Josie greeted with a smile, ignoring my annoyed expression. Sighing, I snapped, "Just tell me what you want. I don't have time to play housewife." "Oh, we are sorry for disturbing your slumber," she suddenly apologized, glancing at the other two knuckleheads who were obviously yawning disgustingly, evidence that they too got out of bed too early. But I couldn’t care less. "Josie," I called with no hin

As Mira commenced her descent, Jake's gaze was captivated by her. He couldn't help but experience a sudden jolt of surprise at her transformation. Despite her sometimes unpredictable nature, there was an undeniable allure to her as she moved gracefully down the stairs. Absolutely, I'd be delighted to add a touch of comedic flair to the interaction: He approached Lucian, his voice laced with a hint of genuine appreciation, and greeted, "Hey!" Lucian's response was a nonchalant, "What?" "Ah, I see we're not exactly embracing the 'happily ever after' spirit today," Jake quipped, a playful glint in his eyes. Rolling his eyes, Lucian clarified, "Jake, it's not a wedding. Just a photo shoots." "Well, my dear Lucian, semantics aside, you've managed to snag a bride-to-be who is, I must say, absolutely breath-taking," Jake remarked, his gaze trailing in the direction of Lucian's fixed attention—the cameraman. Lucian's brow furrowed in bewilderment. “Seriously, what are you talking abou