No Strings Attached

Sasha waved her hands dismissively. "No, you must have me confused with someone else. Dr. Chase, the director wants to see me. I'll be right back." Watching Sasha beat a hasty retreat, Wilfred mused, "I've definitely seen her before. Just can't put my finger on where. Damn this memory, it's getting worse."

Chase chuckled teasingly, "Maybe it's for the best your memory's slipping. You might forget about trying to set me up in that arranged marriage."

"That's not something I'll forget. Grandpa Wilson has come all this way. I owe him an explanation. His granddaughter's right here in Northbridge. One of these days, I'll coax her over for a meet-and-greet, and we can talk wedding dates."

"You meet with her if you want. I'm too tied up." With that, he left some instructions with the nurse by his side and headed straight back to his office.

Grandpa Wilson had been in the hospital for a few days, and Sasha had sneaked peeks at him several times without being caught. On the day of his discharge, she wanted to take one last look but unexpectedly saw Chase standing in the room.

Grandpa Wilson watched him with a calm demeanor. "You really don't want to meet my granddaughter? She's quite a looker, you know. She used to love playing with you as a kid."

complex back then. I can barely remember who's who. Besides, I've got my eye on a lady

serious? Or is this

your trust in me and your willingness to match your

whoever you marry is your own business." Sasha, witnessing her grandfather's disheartened

All flights were grounded. Ian's plans to come home for Christmas

balcony, her heart souring as she heard the news. Her voice grew

in her eyes, cracked a smile. "Missing me, are

at all," Clara

on his business trip. Had she not been swamped at work, she would have flown

her softly, "Babe, I'm sorry. How about you hit

well the snow wouldn't let up anytime soon. Even if it did, the overseas flights would take hours upon hours. Christmas would be long gone by then. After