Margaret was notified about his amnesia so she didn't fuss about any detail Lucien missed during their conversation. After Jennifer showed up in the office and dragged him along, she was left with Zachary to have a solemn conversation with him. While sitting on a leather armchair in his office, she skimmed a finger on her wedding ring before looking down at it. “What does Dr. Prescott say about his condition?” She enquired with deep concern. She was aware that it wouldn't be easy for her now that he didn't even recollect having a wife. What made her happy back then was when he hugged her back and whispered that he'd be fine. She was expecting him to be cold because of his amnesia but Lucien had always been thoughtful. That was one of the reasons she wanted him to regain all his forgotten memories as soon as possible.“We should give him some time to regain his memories but if that doesn't work out, he'll sign him up for psychotherapy.” He explained to her thoroughly.“Is he not suppo
Lucien was literally used to sleeping alone and waking up alone but it seemed like things were about to be changed for him. It was now he had to get used to it or he would be pushed to later, he had pondered how to maintain his bond with his wife, however, everything he had been doing felt so uncomfortable.Waking up the following day with Margaret in his arms, he clearly remembered sleeping by the edge of the bed because he couldn't keep up with their closeness but she was found in his arms this morning, snuggling up. If he ever had the chance he would have left the room for her but she waited for him last night, ignoring all his excuses. She was so adamant and persistent, it reached a certain point where he was forced to give up. He thought perhaps it was his amnesia that made things difficult for him to relate with or maybe it was something else he was unaware of. After all, she was his wife so he couldn't tell her to keep some distance between them. While he was taking a shower,
He received a text from his wife that she'd be helping her mum out before dinner and she would be waiting for him. Lucien asked Mr. Robert if he could drive him to the mansion because there was no way for him to go there unless he knew the address. It was a piece of cake like Mr. Robert said he had always been the one driving him to Carey's mansion whenever there was an occasion.It was only thirty minutes after six, he wondered if he would be able to make it back to Gwendolyn tonight. However, he promised her and he intended to keep it no matter what. The car eventually drove into the mansion and halted in the garage alongside his wife's car. One of the security guards came over and held the door for him.“Welcome sir.” He bowed to him immediately Lucien alighted, holding a bag. He was cladded in a navy blue suit, glancing around the mansion, he wasn't familiar with the view nor could he relate to anything he saw. While Mr. Robert stayed back, the man led him in.Margaret must have
That night Lucien couldn't keep the promise he made to her. Although he apologized to her the following day and promised to make it up to her if he ever got the chance. Nevertheless, he had been swamped at the office and home, moreover to fully recuperate, he had to focus on what was important, which was his health. Battling with nightmares, and forcing himself to recollect his forgotten memories were huge risks he was willing to take and mostly it resulted in an awful headache. It had been three weeks since he last set his eyes on Gwendolyn, although they usually spoke on the phone. They were supposed to meet up on Friday night, four days ago but Gwendolyn had an emergency so their plan was canceled. She wasn't in the city right now and he had no idea when she would be returning. He had been waiting for her call or text since he already made up his mind not to distract her during her work period. With the help of Dr. Prescott, he had profound improvement lately. Being reticent, Luci
“See who eventually decided to step out of that prison!” Lilith mumbled underneath with sarcasm as she had a bite of the red apple in her hand.Her eyes were stinging, making it hard for her to see as she was ambling her way toward the kitchen. Lilith tagged behind her until she reached out to the refrigerator, and brought out a bottle of water and a cup, she filled the cup and then raised it to her mouth and guzzled all in a draught. “Where did all those gifts come from?” She eventually decided to inquire about all the wrapped presents she saw in the living room that was packed aside on a spot.Her eyes furrowed with puzzlement as she was piqued with curiosity. If everyone didn't realize how special the day was, she had to remember what the big day was all about. A frown shrouded over Lilith's mouth, still retaining the look of puzzlement on her face. “Have you forgotten today's your birthday?”She rolled her eyes. “Why would I? Is it a crime to ask where all the gifts came from? I w
The room was as hushed as a grave. Gwendolyn kept checking her watch impatiently, however, she failed to notice that someone had been staring at her for so long. When Lilith glanced around the room, her eyes caught the person. She thought he was just passing by but seeing that he was staring at Gwendolyn through the transparent office glass, she decided to call for her attention. “Gwendolyn, did you notice a young man out there has been secretly checking you out?” She whispered into her ear as she gestured in the direction of the man standing near the glass.Gwendolyn barely heard everything she said. She had been in the room for thirty minutes, waiting to be summoned by the president. She had made up her mind to leave once the certain time she intended to spend at the company elapsed as she had an important business to handle. Being a prominent artiste, she had to manage her schedule and she wouldn't let one affect the other. However, an interview with the president was never pa
She was so eager to see him after finally hearing the news she had waited so long to hear from the doctor. She walked ahead the moment the door was opened by Doctor Stewart. “There he is.” He pointed at the tall man standing near the window.Gwendolyn looked over, she was surprised to see him standing on his two feet. A few days ago when she asked about him, she was told he hadn't regained consciousness. Already she had given up on him, she thought he would never wake up after spending three months in a coma ever since she rescued him. She skipped a step closer and then cleared her throat to attract his attention. Sluggishly he spun around to see the doctor and a woman he couldn't recognize. When Gwendolyn gazed at him, she was nearly speechless. If at all she was directed to the ward she would have thought she was in the wrong room. The man standing in front of her was never like the man rescued, he was so hot and handsome that she couldn't take her eyes off him. Was it becaus
Silence stretched taut in the room for a minute, everyone was completely speechless. Mr. Brook was devastated after her unanticipated announcement. He stood, staring at Gwendolyn, who hadn't realized what she had done. She hadn't noticed how awkward everyone was staring at her, waiting for her to explain what was going on. “Did I hear what you said clearly?” Immediately her right hand stopped after she realized everything. That was an impulsive outburst. She chewed on her lower lip, looking at her father standing in front of her. “Dad, that's not what I mean?” “Then explain everything to me.”Parting her lips to defend herself, Mr. Whitlock interrupted. “This isn't happening? Edward, I'm disappointed. Did you invite us here to humiliate us in front of everyone? How could you? Austin, we're going home. You're not going to marry her. She can't be my daughter-in-law.” Mr. Whitlock seethed fiercely. He hit his hands on the table abruptly then rose. Austin was completely dumbfound