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.

not harboring secret feelings, yet she showed such care. There could only be one explanation: they had been married before, now divorced. That would explain her hasty denial of

lowered him onto the bed, his hands instinctively encircled her waist.

would simply tell her to bend over and would enter her directly, giving her no time to react. Resistance only made him more forceful. She had learned to be

placed one hand on her waist, she showed no resistance. He slowly brought

clearly inappropriate, likely earning him a slap. His theory seemed confirmed-they had been intimate before, and

tablet? I'd like

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

the tablet up from downstairs

pointed toward the ceiling. "Turn off the

"Of course."

light, leaving only the soft

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

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