The air in the room was still.

"Bella."

Clarice heard the name clearly. Alarm bells went off in her mind.

The Boss had promised her that the drug would completely disrupt the emotional system and that it would erase all lingering affection for Bella. He assured her that Justin would no longer feel anything for his former lover.

If that were true, why was he mentioning that woman again?

Justin stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes unfocused. He had always believed that he did not need anyone in his life. Yet, when he absentmindedly called out for Bella, he felt an undeniable emptiness. A hollow space echoed deep inside him, and it refused to be ignored.

He had not yet realized that this echo existed because his heart had never truly forgotten Bella.

While Justin was lost in his thoughts, a pair of delicate hands glided over his shoulders, slipping around his neck. A faint, alluring scent drifted into his nose.

Clarice, her eyes soft

fingers tracing the deep gray fabric of his tie. Her voice was soft and persuasive. "Let me help you. The board of directors will

man's towering height forced her on her tiptoes, drawing them closer. Their breaths mingled, and their noses were

and just as he parted his lips

Arnold's cold expression as he stood there,

deeply entangled, as though they

blood in his

Clarice greeted with a bright, innocent smile, as though nothing was amiss. "Please don't

a cold sneer, and he marched directly

his hand and delivered a vicious

the side, and a red imprint of Arnold's

in front of Justin. "Dr. Larson! How could you hit him for

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