NovelOnlineChapter 158
She had no clue that when Simon caught sight of her darting out of the café to catch up with Dylan, his
expression turned as dark as a thundercloud. He watched her intently, never once tearing his gaze away.
Ryan, sitting across from Simon, noticed the intense look and broke the silence. "Simon, what's up with you?"
As Ryan spoke, he glanced over at the spot where Clara had vanished,
scratching his head in confusion. "What's going on with Clara? Why's she
suddenly buddying up to Dylan? | remember her saying she couldn't stand him. And isn't Dylan supposed to
have a kid or something?"
Simon looked genuinely taken aback. "Who told you that?"
"Clara did," Ryan replied, running a hand through his hair.
Clara said that? No way. When did she say it?
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Ryan carried on, "It's just strange. Clara used to avoid Dylan like the plague. | asked her once, and she said he
was terrifying."
Simon's voice shifted to a calm, steady tone. "Clara's amnesia might be real."
"What?" Ryan's eyes widened, the seriousness of the situation dawning on him. "What do you mean? She did
mention amnesia, but she's cried wolf so many times. We all thought she was faking again. But if it's real, it
explains her sudden change."
The realization hit him, and he was ready to dash after her. "If she really has amnesia, we can't let her get too
close to Dylan. If she remembers, she'd be crushed. You know how she is. Simon, what should we do?"
It was at this moment that Simon realized Clara's amnesia was genuine. A glimmer of hope sparked in his chest.
She wasn't into him anymore because of her memory loss. If she regained her memories, she'd be back to her
old self, always trailing after him with those dreamy, adoring eyes.
His heart thudded faster, and he clenched his hand by his side. Ryan, still anxious, pressed on. "Think of
something. What if she falls for Dylan? | can't bear the thought of that ice-cold guy as my brother-in-law. Just
imagining it giveschills!"
Just the thought was enough to make him shudder.
"Simon! Simon!" Ryan pleaded. He was banking on Simon, even though Simon was soon to be Quinn's husband
and probably shouldn't meddle in Clara's matters.
Yet Simon declared, "I'll help her remember, Ryan. You don't want her to be so distant, do you? Haven't you
noticed that she's indifferent to everyone now?"
Ryan felt a twinge of pain in his chest but tried to play it cool. "I don't care."
"Don't care? But didn't you say she slapped you to defend srandom guy? She'd have never done that
before."
Ryan jumped up as if stung. "I didn't realize she really had amnesia. If it were the old Clara, she'd never treat me
like that. She'd cook forand speak kindly. Even when she was mad, | could cheer her up, and she'd be sweet
toagain."
The more he talked, the more hurt he felt.
Simon seized the moment. "Then cwith me, and let's help her remember the Clara she used to be."
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Ryan hesitated, a part of him recognizing that this new Clara was more captivating. He bit his lip for a moment,
then nodded slowly.
*
Clara sat in the car, nearly freezing from the chilly vibe Dylan was giving off. She knew Dylan was a total
workaholic who couldn't stand his employees messing up. But did he have to be this ticked off?
After a few minutes of hesitation, she finally spoke up, "Mr. Dylan, | was just a few minutes late. You can dock my
pay, but don't stress yourself over it."
Dylan looked up, his eyes locking onto hers, and he muttered, "Blockhead."
Clara quickly apologized, "Yes, yes, I'm a blockhead. Just don't be mad, Mr. Dylan. If there's an issue, just take it
out on my paycheck."
Dylan seemed like he wanted to say more but instead focused on the documents in his lap. His long fingers were
tense.
Clara could tell he seemed more upset than ever.
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