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."

nod, still somewhat skeptical. "You were always so caring towards Clara. Once you're discharged, we should pay you a visit. I'd love to try your cooking." Katherine's eyes widened in

of the hospital, I'll bring Clara around," he assured

Katherine's eyes glistened with excitement, like a child who had just been handed candy. "Great, it's a date! I'll start writing up the menu right now and

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

to lean over and plant a kiss

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

be

on, and impatient honking erupted 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

move, Mrs. Hayes. Shouldn't I, as a man, respond?" Hearing him justify his shameless behavior so confidently, Clara pouted and turned to gaze out the window. She couldn't outdo him in shamelessness. The best tactic was silence. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of