Semua Bab Beneath The Facade : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Aiden I stand amidst the vacant space, having scoured every nook and cranny of the house in search of clues, albeit to no avail. My investigation began in my grandparents' room, where I had seen Mom shedding tears in my dream, but my efforts yielded nothing. I traversed every part of the house, methodically searching for any hint of what I sought. Eventually, I conceded to myself that my quest was futile. The traces I was searching for likely were eradicated during the period the other family resided here. While I restored most of the house's appearance to its original state to the best of my recollection, I couldn't have captured every detail. I relinquish my search, feeling disheartened, and head out to my car. Mrs. Alan peeks through her window, parting her drapes aside, as I unlock my car door. I offer a courteous nod in farewell before entering my vehicle and driving off. Perhaps I'm attributing undue significance to my dream; it may not have held any relevance to reality.

Hermione "That was a rendition I performed in middle school," I say. "You mean it's been ages since you've practiced? I felt like I was watching a performance from a professional." "I haven't performed publicly since middle school," I clarify. "I continued practicing privately after I became a doctor." "You looked passionate. You would have thrived if you had pursued ballet. You're good at everything." I snort. "Says the man who has a network of businesses." He rolls his eyes, smiling.We are still locked in each other's embrace, dancing slowly to a slow melody that fills the air. I cup Aiden's shoulder, resting my head on his chest as we both sway gently to the rhythm. "It was my dream to be a ballerina," I say, opening up to Aiden about my desires, Mom's discouragement, and Dad's unproductive support. The first and last time I had performed ballet, Dad had attended to support me. Mom, well, I didn't expect anything from her. The audience had been hugely impressed with my per

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

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

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