Shane untied her hands and said, "Cole will take you home."
"No, I want to be with you," she said and clung to him with all her strength. "If anything happens, we will face it together. I don't want you to be sad alone while I sleep back home. Besides, I'm sure I can't sleep."
"Charlotte, I don't remember any memories of us." The expression in his eyes did not change when he looked at her.
"I don't understand."
"He wanted to use my past memories to conceal my present memories. He succeeded halfway."
Charlotte realized why Avery spoke in a light tone. Maybe it was just a possibility to him. The reality was much more cruel and terrifying.
She shook her head fiercely. "It's okay, we don't have many memories anyway."
No.
There should be.
Shane regarded the strangely familiar person in front of him. She clearly matched the face in his memory, but he couldn't figure out if it was really
her.
Charlotte suddenly leaned forward to kiss him. A sense of familiarity flooded him, he instinctively enveloped her in his arms and deepened the kiss. They fell onto the bed in a mess of entangled limbs. She threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Memories could be deceiving, emotions could be numbed, passion would dwindle as time went by, and affection would taper off, but bodies would never lie.
It didn't matter if they weren't connected, they still felt it by just hugging.
The sky was dark.
Charlotte rubbed her eyes as she awakened. Her body felt cold and she pulled the quilt up instinctively.
"Are you cold?" The man beside her gathered her in his arms.
"Yeah." She buried her head in his arms.
"You moved a lot in your sleep."
"Did I push you away?"
"Obviously."
Charlotte laughed sheepishly for a moment. She snuggled deeper into his hold and her body curled up under the blanket. She felt warm in his
embrace.
Shane looked at the person in his arms and his heart was content. He was sensitive about his memories and at the same time, he had forgotten about recent events. But from what he had experienced, he did not reject her.
At least his body didn't reject it.
There was tacit chemistry between them.
"Let's see a psychologist tomorrow. Rick got better after seeing a psychologist," she offered.
"Okay."
They couldn't spend the night in a stranger's house, so they got dressed and went downstairs. Cole was relieved to see them holding hands. He greeted them with a smile and ushered them into the car before sliding into the driver seat.
After sending them home, Cole stopped Charlotte and bowed to her. "Miss Charlotte, I'm sorry. I didn't know that this would happen."
"It's okay. If I saw Heidi on the street, I'm afraid I'd have the same reaction as you," Charlotte said with a sigh.
"Avery found out that the person who impersonated Heidi was Tiffany. But she and Christopher were rescued by someone. Peter sustained serious injuries and is in the hospital."
"I'm sorry for all the trouble."
Cole shook his head.
Wordlessly, Charlotte turned and entered the house.
Shane sat at the computer desk and held a document that he had no memory of. Charlotte walked over and hugged his neck. "Don't fret, tomorrow you'll remember all of this."
Shane pulled her onto his lap with an emotionless look on his face. Charlotte sagged in his arms and rested her weight on him.
She didn't know why she kissed him again.
In a daze, she seemed to hear Shane asking why Heidi left him.
Though she was mentally prepared, Charlotte still felt a stab of pain in her heart.
She recalled Avery's words about Shane uttering Heidi's name with her in his arms, but she didn't expect it to hurt so much.
The pain suffocated her.
He had never said her name the way he murmured Heidi's name.
The next day.
Avery picked Shane up to see the psychologist, but Charlotte made an excuse and stayed home to rest.
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