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"Keep it on, Annie." Gregory felt his breath was coming up short. He added hoarsely, "Don't wear someone else's jacket."Gregory had watched Theo drape the jacket over Anathea and had been brooding over it since. He hadn't looked all that bothered by it, but in truth, he was dying of jealousy. He wanted to claim every part of Anathea for himself, and he wouldn't stand for anyone approaching or touching her.Gregory was confident that if he kept pursuing Anathea, he would one day finally win his way back into her heart. But Theo just had to barge into the picture and ruin Gregory's plans, prompting a sense of urgency in him and driving him mad!Anathea studied the hard set of Gregory's jaw and his restraint, recalling what Xander told her before. She felt like her heart was caught in a spiderweb; the harder she tried to untangle the mess of silvery threads, the less she knew how."Anathea."At that moment, Theo's voice rang out, snapping Anathea out of her thoughts. He carried th

"Why is this happening?" Anathea's eyes prickled. It had taken so long and so much work for Adam to regain consciousness. How could he not recognize her?Theo pursed his lips when he saw how devastated Anathea looked. He carefully put a hand on her shoulder. "He'll be fine. Don't worry."Anathea made no reply. She was truly worried about Adam. Was his amnesia a side effect?Half an hour later, the doctors eased Adam back into a slumber and emerged from the room. Anathea immediately approached them and asked, "Doctors, what's wrong with my dad?""He may have a blood clot in his brain that's compressing his hippocampus, resulting in short-term amnesia," one of the doctors explained."Is there a way to treat this condition?" Anathea pressed."We aren't sure yet. We could start a few treatments to clear the blood clot, and hopefully that'll help with the memory loss. But for now, the patient is too weak to undergo treatment. He'll have to recuperate for some time."Anathea tried t

The next second, a hand holding a black credit card reached past Anathea, followed by a woman's voice. "I'll pay for whatever Mrs. Presgrave likes."Anathea's gaze flicked to the side.She narrowed her eyes when she saw Shirley, who returned her look with a smug curl of her lips. Shirley turned to address Dayanna with a smile, "Mrs. Presgrave, it's been a while."Dayanna paused, but she didn't take long to recognize Shirley. "Goodness, if it isn't Shirley! What brings you here to see me?""I've missed you." Shirley nudged Anathea aside and stepped forward to link arms with Dayanna. "So, what do you make of the cosmetic procedure project I recommended to you last time?""It was rather decent. You must recommend more of these stellar projects to me!"Anathea listened to their conversation. She was admittedly surprised by how friendly Shirley seemed with Dayanna.A bad feeling came over Anathea when she saw the look on Shirley's face. Sure enough, the next second, Shirley said, "

As expected, Anathea's gamble paid off. This time, she beat Shirley to swiping her card and ringing up the clothes before Shirley could react, then handed the bags to Dayanna.Naturally, Dayanna was open to putting in a good word for Anathea with Macon now that she'd accepted her gifts. "It so happens that I'm playing tennis with my husband, Macon, this afternoon. If you have the time, Ms. Jacobson, why don't you join us?""That sounds great." Anathea's eyes twinkled, and she sent Dominic a text, telling him to await her good news.Before long, Anathea arrived at the tennis club with Dayanna. The latter seemed to be in a good mood and even upgraded Anathea to a VIP Diamond member.Shirley tagged along, too, and kept finding ways to make small talk with Dayanna. She would occasionally and subtly sideline Anathea in her conversation, but Anathea was thick-skinned enough to pretend not to have heard her.When they reached their destination, the club attendant hurried forward to tak

"You're not to be trusted," Anathea said calmly after catching her breath.He was the one who'd worn down her trust in him again and again, yet now he had the nerve to question why she didn't believe in him.Gregory lowered his gaze and said nothing. The room fell silent for a moment.Soon after, the attendant brought in a new tennis outfit. This one was more modest than the one Anathea was wearing, and the color was less flashy.She was somewhat satisfied and took the clothes into the bathroom to change.When she saw the frosted glass door facing Gregory, she stiffly said, "Turn around.""Don't you want me to help?" he asked.She rolled her eyes at him without hesitation. "No.""Alright then," he said obediently and turned his back like a proper gentleman.Only then did Anathea step into the bathroom.The clothes were tight. Putting them on was a struggle, and taking them off was even harder. Anathea struggled for nearly ten minutes trying to get the dress off but only ended