Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 1332 Long Lost the Courage to Refuse

Paul dabbed his lips with a napkin after finishing his porridge.

Ann, sensing the moment, gathered the dishes from the table and headed toward the kitchen. He watched as she tied on a black apron with delicate lace trim.

Soon, the sound of running water echoed from the kitchen.

Paul remained seated at the table. He wasn't one to panic when faced with unusual circumstances. Upon waking, his mind had been largely blank-an unfamiliar room, an unfamiliar woman. Yet he hadn't asked the obvious questions about where he was or who he might be. Such questions seemed pointless; if his memory loss stemmed from injury, it would return in time.

When Ann returned, he extended his hand, silently requesting help back to the bedroom.

Ann wasn't certain about the extent of his amnesia, though the doctor had mentioned that Paul's injuries had been severe only his strong constitution had pulled him through. Now, he seemed to be recovering remarkably well.

After helping him to the bedroom, Paul's gaze fell on the neatly made small bed with its meticulously folded blanket. His eyes then drifted to the partially open closet, where several sets of his clothes hung, perfectly pressed.

For reasons he couldn't explain, he felt a deep sense of comfort. Something about Ann's attentiveness felt right.

There could only be one explanation: they had been married before, now divorced. That would explain her

him onto the bed, his hands instinctively encircled her waist. She didn't pull

he wanted. When he desired sex, he would simply tell her to bend over and would enter her

one hand on her waist, she showed no resistance. He slowly brought his other hand around, completing

slap. His theory seemed confirmed-they had been intimate before, and though she pretended

you have a tablet? I'd like

relaxed, as if on vacation-the confidence of someone born into privilege. "Yes, I'll get it

tablet up from downstairs

the ceiling. "Turn off

"Of course."

switched off the main light, leaving only the soft

fiction film in a foreign language without subtitles. One hand held the tablet, his back supported by a pillow, attention fixed on the screen. From her small bed, Ann observed this unfamiliar version of Paul. Normally, he would dismiss her immediately afterward with a curt "You can go now," rarely allowing her to stay the night except on those

him, she went downstairs and prepared a plate of fruit, artfully cut into animal shapes, each