The Bound Between Us

Chapter 765

A tear slipped down Anastasia's cheek, a mix of excitement and pure thrill coursing through her. It was him. Finally, she remembered that night—it was Herman. Overcome with emotion, Anastasia pushed Jarod away, sat up, and burst into laughter. But soon, the laughter turned into sobs filled with regret. Why had it taken her so long to remember? Herman was the only man she had ever been with. Their fates had been intertwined eight years ago.

People often remarked how much Pattie resembled Herman, how she looked so much like Emmie too. Pattie was Herman's daughter. Anastasia pieced together the mystery that Gianna never revealed and the secret Cynthia stubbornly kept, even when Gianna ended up in prison. Of course, they wouldn't say anything- Herman was Pattie's real father. Pattie was truly the eldest daughter of the Salstrom family.

Jarod was startled by Anastasia's laughter, watching her from the floor where she had pushed him. "Anastasia..." Her forehead glistened with sweat, a side effect of the medication. Her tousled hair added a wild allure that made Jarod swallow hard. Anastasia stood unsteadily and made her way toward the door. Jarod scrambled to his feet, determined to follow her.

He was beyond self-control now, the only woman in the room was Anastasia. At this point, he thought he could even take on a wild horse. Just as Anastasia reached the door, Jarod grabbed her. In the ensuing struggle, Anastasia fell, and Jarod came down after her.

Anastasia was furious and desperate. "Jarod, you lay a finger on me, and I swear you'll regret it." Fueled by fragments of memory and thoughts of Herman, her head spun under the influence of the drugs, Jarod's features blending with Herman's in her mind.

say it's worth it to die under the cherry blossoms." Jarod was beyond reason. "I'll treat

go!" Anastasia

connected with his forehead. The kick

winced

tore at Anastasia's jacket, but just then, the door burst open. Before Anastasia could see who entered, Jarod was

dazed, and for a fleeting moment, she thought she saw Herman. Her lips moved instinctively, "Honey..." In her heart, she felt vulnerable, longing for Herman to protect her as he always did when she was in trouble. But it wasn't Herman who

took one look at her and understood the situation. With a fierce expression, he helped her put her jacket back on, lifted her into

room, Melody had been curious about the commotion. She saw Anastasia looking disheveled in Rowan's arms and hurried after them. "Hey, who are you, and where are