Hans managed to catch the glass that was about to fall in the nick of time.
"Sorry, I thought you were President Jay." Molly seemed a bit puzzled, totally clueless about what just happened.
"Did you think I was President Jay?" Hans guessed her thoughts and said in a calm tone, "From now on, you guys won’t meet again."
"Huh?" Molly caught on after a while and then ventured, "Hans, were you the one who saved me last night?"
Hans: Did she lose her memory?
"Your neck?" Molly noticed a bunch of hickeys on his neck.
Hans looked a bit downcast, "You forgot?"
"What should I remember?" Molly was a bit confused. She remembered that she had been drugged last night and that Hans had saved her from President Jay. She must have done some crazy stuff!
So, were the hickeys on Hans' neck her doing?
This thought completely blew her mind.
Hans realized that she indeed forgot, which made him feel even more despondent.
During that one hour last night, he had been by her side, being tortured to the point of taking several cold showers, even his routine was messed up.
And she woke up, remembering nothing.
"Hans, I didn't do anything to you last night, did I?" Molly asked cautiously, on the verge of tears, "I can't remember."
"The doctor's here and we'll have him take a look later." Hans handed her a change of clothes without answering her question directly.
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