No Strings Attached

Only his inner circle knew about his shellfish allergy - family and close friends. But how did Katherine come to know of it?

lan looked at Katherine with a curious glint in his eye. "How did you know I'm allergic to seafood?"

Katherine was taken aback by the question. How did she know about lan's allergy? Was it some sort of subconscious memory?

If that was the case, what kind of relationship did she previously have with lan? Why was it that, despite her memory loss, she remembered his shellfish allergy?

Katherine was momentarily flustered, scrambling for an excuse. "I think I once overheard Clara's dad mention it during dinner."

always so caring towards Clara. Once you're discharged, we should pay you

you're out of the hospital,

I'll start writing up the menu right now and have

Katherine? They were supposed to be strangers to each other. Was his mind playing tricks on him, or was there a secret

the question lingered in his mind. Sensing his distraction and thinking it was jealousy, Clara seized the opportunity at a red light to lean over and plant a kiss on his cheek.

her chin in his hand, looking deeply into her eyes. "They say that if a woman loves to eat sour food while pregnant, she will have a daughter. Mrs. Hayes, if you like sour food so much, I don't mind you having an extra bite or two for

he leaned in for a kiss. It was meant to be a brief kiss, but upon touching those

from behind. A laugh tinged with unfinished desire lingered in his voice. "We'll continue this at home." Clara glared at him, her eyes tinted with embarrassment. "It's your fault for

my own wife isn't a crime. Besides, it was you who made the first move, Mrs. Hayes. Shouldn't I, as a man, respond?" Hearing him justify his shameless behavior