Chapter 1371


    Maja wanted to object, to say of course she loved him, that she''d been waiting for his return, always


    concerned about his well-being.


    But now, her feelings were tangled, pushed to a corner where she couldn''t quite express herself.


    She yearned to love him, yet her mind was incessantly interrupted by some unseen force.


    She felt nauseous, but when she tried to physically expel the sensation, nothing came out.


    Her head wasn''t in pain; it was just a swirling anxiety, a sense of dread that clung to her with every


    second she spent by Ian''s side.


    Ian yanked off his tie and covered her eyes with it.


    He couldn''t bear to see her calm gaze any longer.


    Darkness enveloped her, and the physical sensations seemed magnified a thousandfold.


    "Mmph."


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    Ian''s passion was unrelenting, pressing her into the plush carpet as if he wished to consume her whole.


    "Ian."


    She pleaded, desperate to pull the blindfold off.


    But Ian only tightened his grip.


    "If you''ve forgotten, then feel it now, remember how I love you," he demanded.


    "I haven''t forgotten, I really haven''t," she insisted.


    "Maja, you''ve changed. You''re like a domesticated pet now, as if someone''s plucked your sharp teeth."


    She fell silent, the words striking her like a bolt of lightning.


    Ian''s sweat dripped onto her chest, his voice hoarse with emotion.


    "But I don''t me you. I''ll cure you," he vowed.


    Maja was almost dispassionate in her response, her mind acknowledging that he was indeed skilled.


    They continued until the early hours, with Ian ensuring she wasn’t ufortable, periodically pausing


    to let her regain strength. Yet throughout, he held her close, whispering sweet nothings.


    When the tie was finally removed, her gaze was vacant, fixed on the ceiling, her hair drenched in


    sweat.


    Ian observed her flushed cheeks, then brought the tie to his nose, inhaling her scent.


    The action made Maja tense up, uneasily looking away.


    He folded the tie carefully, ced it aside, and carried her to the bathroom.


    After showering, they moved to the bed.


    He held her, sensing her unease, and gently patted her back, trying to soothe her.


    Maja couldn''t sleep. Though exhausted, her thoughts drifted back to Dr. Phelps, a desire she knew was


    wrong and would hurt Ian, but she couldn''t suppress it.


    The man''s shallow breathing filled her ears as she reached for her phone, seeing a message from


    Phelps.


    [How are you feeling?]


    The message was hours old; she''d been too preupied to reply.


    She thought returning to Ian would make her happy, but it didn''t.


    [Dr. Herrington, am I sick? I thought I''d be thrilled, but I can''t seem to muster any other emotion.]


    The words she hesitated to say to Ian came out naturally to Phelps.


    Phelps nced at the message, his eyebrow arching slightly.


    Anyone present would notice the small red mole beneath his left earlobe.


    [Maja, you never loved him, that''s why. I sent you back to see for yourself. If you want to return, you''re


    always wee.]


    After sending the message, he sipped from the ss of red wine before him.


    Across from him sat a man, his mirror image.


    They shared a name, Phelps, and were identical in every gesture, the result of years of training. They


    were twins, indistinguishable to all but the most discerning eye.