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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nClaire walked straight into the house, sniffing. “Are you cooking?”

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n“Yeah, mind eating with me?”

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n“Let’s finish the business first.”

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nClaire lay down on a bench and slowly closed her eyes.

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nGallon Miller put down the spatula, sat opposite Claire, and began to hypnotize her.

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nSeeing Claire’s expression gradually relaxed, Gallon murmured. “You came to a strange world with only a wooden door in front of you. Push that door open, and behind the door is your lost memory.”

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nIn the dream, Claire slowly opened the door, and darkness fell on her face.

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nGallon stared at Claire, lest something unexpected happened.

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nBut at this moment, Claire suddenly showed a pained expression, and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. Her face was twisted, and she was short of breath. Obviously, something was wrong with her.

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nGallon hurriedly pressed his hands on her shoulders and said in a deep voice, “Claire, now I’ll count 3, and on the word ‘three’, you will wake up! 1…2…3…”

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nHe snapped his fingers in Claire’s ear. Claire opened her eyes, opening her mouth and gasping desperately for breath. Her face was ghastly pale as if she was going to die.

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n“What happened?!” Gallon hurriedly asked her. “Did you see the man’s face clearly?”

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nClaire shook her head disappointedly.

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nThree years ago, she mysteriously disappeared. One year later, she was found unconscious at the entrance of the village. No one knew where she went or what she did. She lost her memory of that year.

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nFrom then on, she always had a strange dream, in which there was a man who held her hand tightly and said the same thing to her all the time.

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n“Claire… wait for me…”

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nShe couldn’t see the man’s face, but she knew that it must be related to her lost memory.

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nGallon soothed her. “Don’t worry. We can try again next time. Let’s grab a bite first.”

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nAfter eating, she stayed there all afternoon and didn’t leave the apartment until dark.

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nShe walked downstairs and had just stepped out of the iron gate when she suddenly saw a dark figure rush into the alley, coming towards her.

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nIn a flash, he pressed her against the wall and put a hand around her waist. He cupped the back of her head with the other palm. Their bodies were so closely pressed together that there was no gap left.

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nA husky voice rang above her head.

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n“Do me a favor. I’ll be responsible.”

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nThen he leaned over and began to kiss her pink lips.

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nClaire’s eyes widened suddenly, her eyelashes flickered like butterfly wings, and her mind that was sober at all times became blank at the moment.

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nShe only felt that his thin lips were cold, with the menthol-flavored tobacco smell burrowing into her nasal cavity.

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nThe man’s face was blurred in the dark, except for the little mole at the corner of his right eye, which was exceptionally prominent.

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nThere was a clatter of footsteps outside the alley.

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n“He ran that way!”

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n“Hurry up, get him!”

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nSeveral black-clothed bodyguards chased to the entrance of the alley, and stopped. They saw two figures in the alley kissing intimately, who looked like a couple having an affair.

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n“Okay, stop looking at them. Come on, find him!”

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nThe bodyguards quickly ran away.

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nIt was only then that Claire realized what had happened. Her eyes instantly turned murderous and she threw a punch in rage, but the opponent clasped her wrist expertly.

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nThe man loosened her lips, but as if reveling in this moment, he kissed her on the cheek again.

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nHe declared sovereignty in an overbearing voice. “This is my way of marking you as my woman.”

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nWith that, he turned around and left quickly.

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nClaire drew a knife from her cuff and chased him out of the alley, but the man was nowhere to be seen. She plunged the knife into the wall fiercely, so angry that she wanted to kill someone.

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nHer first kiss was snatched by a stranger! Moreover, he left behind such a silly remark.

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nHe better hope that she doesn’t find him. Otherwise… she would definitely cut him into pieces!

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nWhen she returned to the Smiths’ mansion, she happened to run into Ada.

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nShe frowned and asked her. “Claire, where have you been?”

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nWhat kind of girl would come back home so late at night?!

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nClaire only replied perfunctorily. “I had something to tend to.”

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nThen she headed towards the stairs.

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nFrom beginning to end, she didn’t even look at Ada.

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nAda felt that her head was aching.

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nThis child was always cold and indifferent, making it impossible to get close to her.

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