Chapter: 1245

They arrived at their heavily guarded villa. Amy occupied the first floor, while Nora and her fiancé claimed the second.

Back in familiar territory, Nora shed the mask and slipped into something more comfortable.

Pausing at the door next door, she knocked gently. “Darling, can I come in?"

“Just a moment," came a deep, masculine reply. After a brief wait, the door swung open, revealing a tall figure.

His shadow engulfed her, a familiar sense of security washing over her.

He was her anchor, the first face she remembered after the memory wipe. He was a gravitational pull, drawing her in, fostering a dependence she couldn't quite explain.

Yet, despite their engagement, an odd feeling of detachment persisted between them.

Nora was puzzled by her fiancé's aloof behavior, as if they were merely roommates rather than lovers.

He avoided close contact, settling for a simple hug at most.

During thunderous nights, when Nora shivered under a blanket, he would only sit by her, watching until she fell asleep before Leaving.

At times, Nora doubted if their engagement was real.

He had shared his reasons before. He mentioned that Nora was still healing and afraid that their intimate moments would not help her recovery.

Nora didn't trust his explanations, believing that some intimacy would not do any harm to her.

She kept her thoughts to herself, followed him into the room, and sat at the edge of the bed, where the grey sheet lay crumpled.

Her fiancé wasn't a resident of Silverdale, so he stayed with her at the villa for a week each month.

He remained silent about his work and personal life; she only knew that he was her fiancé.

He then removed his mask, revealing his face.

His jawline was sharply defined, enhancing his attractiveness.

He wore a white vest that outlined his well-defined muscles.

His hair was still wet.

“Am I interrupting something? Should I come back later?" Nora asked.

His clothes were a bit wet. It seemed like he had just stepped out of the shower when he heard a knock on the door.

"It's okay, I've just finished showering. What did you want to discuss?"

He grabbed a towel to dry his hair and sat beside her. The body wash left him smelling clean and pleasant.