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."

Once you're discharged, we should pay you a visit. I'd love to try your cooking." Katherine's eyes widened in disbelief. "Really? Would you and Clara

you're out of the hospital, I'll

a child who had just been handed candy. "Great, it's a date! I'll start writing up the menu right now and have Brodie prepare everything." With that, she pulled out her phone from

were supposed to be strangers to each other. Was his mind

a red light to lean over and plant a kiss on his cheek. "Wow, Mr. Hayes, your face is so sour I could lose a tooth," she teased with

his gaze shifting to the triumphant Clara beside him. He took 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

a kiss. It was meant to be a brief kiss,

voice. "We'll continue this at home." Clara glared at

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