“Kenneth, will you marry me?”
When Emily said it, Kenneth’s arms tightened around her. “Who else would I marry if not you?”
Her voice hitched, emotions on the brink. “But… I might end up paralyzed. And I could… die.”
Kenneth brushed a strand of hair from her face. “If you’re paralyzed, I’ll take care of you. If you die, I’ll—”
Emily cut him off, pressing her lips softly to his. The kiss was gentle, lingering, and in that moment, warmth spread through her—reaching every corner of her body.
“What?” Kenneth breathed, thrown off by her sudden boldness. His nerves felt tightly strung, ready to snap.
“I said yes.” Emily’s cheeks glowed with color. She looked up at Kenneth, her eyes shimmering. “I’ll marry you.”
A slow smile touched his lips. He kissed her forehead lightly. “Don’t worry. If the doctors here can’t help, we’ll go somewhere else. I’ll do whatever it takes. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
He laced his fingers with hers. “Are you tired? If you are, close your eyes and get some sleep. I need to go downstairs for a bit.”
Honestly, Kenneth knew next to nothing about her illness. There were still things he needed to handle, like transferring some assets.
“I’ll come with you.” Emily squeezed his hand, reading his intentions at once.
Kenneth paused, then nodded. “Alright.” Since Emily already knew about her condition, there was no reason to keep her out of the loop.
He opened the closet and found a light sweater for her. After he draped it over her shoulders, he held out his hand. “Ready?”
She fell into step beside him, fingers twined with his. Emily glanced down at their hands, her lips curving into a soft smile. Love really had settled deep into her bones. Even if her memory was lost, her body still remembered him in the truest way.

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