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?"

in annoyance. "Why don't

rise, lan 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 out, will you?" Before Clara could respond, Brodie interjected. "No need to throw me out. I'll

want anyone but

Clara-they had shared their childhoods together, and those memories lingered vividly in her

wave of

Anders and Ryker a threat, confident in Clara's

were a bond he couldn't allow Clara

distress, spoke soothingly. "You've just woken up; calm down. I'll call the

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

lightly. "Don't forget to look after yourself, too, okay?" He held Clara's gaze for a few more seconds with his profound

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