Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Negotiation

Angela Pov

After returning to my room. I pulled out the phone Christopher had given me. I began searching for information about Sean Shaw.

I typed his name into the search engine. For someone who seemed important enough to bring me here, Sean Shaw maintained a surprisingly low profile

In one Wall Street Journal article, I found a photo: a man in an expensive sult, dark hair visible despite the angle, wearing sunglasses that obscured most of his face.

Something about that profile made my heart race.

I enlarged the image, studying the curve of his jaw, the set of his shoulders.

A strange, visceral familiarity washed over me-not a memory exactly, but a feeling. My body remembered him even if my didn't

y mind

I tried forcing the mentries to surface, but the effort only intensified my headache, Flashes of disconnected images-a boy at an ice hockey rink, a hand holding mine, a darkened room-came and went too quickly to grasp.

Giving up. I lay back on the bed and waited for Christopher.

The door opened without a knock. Christopher entered, pausing when he saw me still awake.

"Not sleeping yet?" he asked, his tone gentle but with an undercurrent of something possessive.

I sat up slowly. "I have something to ask you."

Christopher crossed the room, noticing my slight shiver in the cool

ning air. He took a cashmere throw from a nearby chair and

draped it around my shoulders, then crouched before me, his face level with mine. "What is it?"

his gaze directly. The person I came here to rescue before I lost my memory-where is

slightly. "Was

his expression dirkening.

moment. "I suppose not. The important thing is what you choose to do with this

I

his voice firm, "seeing him isn't possible." Why

and have him sent away from here. There are

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eyes

decided?" he pressed, "I let him go,

throat. "If that was my purpose for

"A wise decision."

I want to see

him first," I said.

not possible 111 grant any other request, but not that

unreasonable,” I said, frustration building. How can I trust you'll

you?" Christopher asked coldly.

him

I froze. "He's injured?"

through my

caused a visceral reaction-my heart constricted, breath caught, as

I couldn't remember this man, the news of his injury someone had reached inside

this stranger's suffering affect me so deeply? The intensity

myself and continued, "Was that part of our

replied. This is simply the choice I'm offering you

you have your answer,

didn't immediately respond, he added, "Take your time. We're in no

of my distress

the following evening, I waited until the staff served the main course before signaling

interest flickering in his eyes as

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