Clara whipped around, her gaze locking with lan's deep-set eyes. She immediately dropped her fork and darted to the bedside. "lan, you're awake? Do you feel off anywhere?" lan glanced at Brodie and croaked out, "Clara, who is this guy? I don't like him. Get him out of here."

Clara looked at lan in disbelief, "That's Brodie, the one who saved me once. Don't tell me you've forgotten. You don't have amnesia, do you? You do know who I am, right?"

"Of course, you're my wife-to-be." With that, he pulled Clara into his embrace and planted a kiss on her lips.

Then he cocked his head towards Brodie. "Ever heard of giving a couple some privacy, or is that too much to ask?"

Brodie couldn't help but laugh at this brazen move. "I've just never seen someone so chipper right after waking up. You haven't been faking this whole coma thing, have you, Mr. Hayes?"

a casual demeanor, clenched his teeth in annoyance. "Why don't you lie down

winced as his wound throbbed in protest. He inhaled sharply, giving Clara a look of pitiful reproach. "Clara, he's aggravating me to the point my wound hurts. Just kick him

but me, so

and those memories lingered vividly in her mind. What were they? Childhood sweethearts with a storybook friendship? Was Brodie's aim to snatch Clara from

wave of unprecedented

Anders and Ryker a

childhood memories were a bond he

soothingly. "You've just woken up; calm down. I'll call the doctor to

she turned to Brodie. "Mr. Brodie, he's a bit agitated, and I apologize for that. We can catch up another

too, okay?"

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