Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 395

Clara stood in the living room, feeling helpless as she watched the man head into the master bedroom. She hovered by the door, straining to catch any sound, but it was completely silent inside. Anxious, she sank onto the couch, counting the minutes until the man in the white coat finally emerged. She quickly approached him.

"How is he?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

The man had sharp eyes that seemed to command attention with just a glance. "He's alright. This happens a lot. He just needs his meds."

A lot? No wonder some of his actions seemed so intense sometimes.

She noticed the box he was carrying, filled with medications that were probably for mental health issues. "These meds won't have any bad side effects, will they? Like making him more anxious?" she inquired.

The man raised an eyebrow with a slight smile. "Anxiety isn't one of the side effects, Ms. Clara. Haven't you realized? You're his best medicine."

Clara fell silent, knowing Z had high hopes for her hopes she couldn't meet, leaving him in turmoil. She rubbed her temples, feeling a bit defeated. "You're a doctor, right? Can you help with my amnesia? Maybe if I remember the past, I'll understand why he's so unsettled."

"If you remember, will he still be part of your world? That's what makes him anxious. When you're clear-headed, you don't seem to notice him.”

Clara thought her amnesia was the cause of Z's anxiety, but it turned out his unease came from the fear she'd regain her memory any day.

If she remembered, this beautiful dream might burst like a bubble.

"I..."

as the man advised, "He's taken his meds and is resting. You should go

bedroom. Inside, it was pitch dark and silent, as if Z had become used to living in the shadows. She felt her way to

the bracelet with the red beads. "I'm sorry for being upset earlier. Let's talk about marriage when things aren't

squeezed hers, but he stayed

I'll wear it always. As long as I have it on, it means I still love you. Even if we fight, as long as it stays on, there's hope for

giving

was her boyfriend, and knowing he had these struggles, she felt she should be

and perhaps due to the medication, he

and closed her eyes.

up their earlier argument,

arms.

up, she realized she was alone. She got up and opened the wardrobe to change, only to find her notebook missing. She remembered it had a random line scribbled on it-Don't

seemed like a meaningless note, but she still couldn't remember why

it.

her room, so he must have taken

breath, she called

low and somber.