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The man was dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, with crisp shoulder lines and extraordinary handsomeness, each step carrying an
undeniable presence.
The girl in his arms was carefully shielded, her pale little face pressed against his chest. The way he looked down at her was so tender it stung, his tightening embrace exuding possessiveness, even his footsteps instinctively lightened, afraid to jostle her.
‘Move!”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it made the onlookers automatically part a path.
“Oh my god is that Rufua?” someone behind whispered in shock.
“Who else could it be? Who in Sacramento has this kind of presence? He’s breathtaking…”
Carice froze in place.
So, this was her husband, Rufus,
and the one in his arms was probably her adopted sister, Annalise.
As the man passed by her, his footsteps paused almost imperceptibly, those pitch–black eyes sweeping over her, cold as an ice blade scraping her
Ast
skin.
But in just a moment, he averted his gaze and strode quickly toward the emergency room with the woman in his arms.
Carice’s slender frame trembled slightly.
She didn’t follow, still pondering where she should go next-
The next second, footsteps sounded behind her. She turned to find Rufus had returned.
He grabbed her wrist with such force it made her frown.“Are you Rh–negative?”
Without waiting for an answer, he dragged her toward the blood–drawing room.
“Annalise’s in a car accident, hemorrhaging. The blood bank is running low. Donate some blood to her, now.”
“I…”
Carice was about to speak when Rufus suddenly grabbed the back of her head.
He leaned down and kissed her.
The kiss was cold and brief, ending as soon as it began.
“Are you satisfied? Now can you donate?” His voice was low, devoid of any warmth.
Before Carice could recover, she was pushed into the blood donation room.
Outside the door, the nurses‘ gossip could be heard clearly:
“That’s Mrs. Sackhoff, the one who attempted suicide 108 times? They say her first attempt was to get a kiss from Mr. Sackhoff, the second a date, the third… intimacy…all rejected. Shameless.”
“Now Mr. Sackhoff finally kissed her, but only to make her donate blood to Miss Annalise…”
“She must be both happy and heartbroken, right? Happy to finally get a kiss from Mr. Sackhoff, but sad it’s for someone else…”
Carice lay on the blood donation chair, watching through the glass as Rufus stood by Annalise‘ hospital bed, his slender fingers gently enveloping her pale hand, lowering his head to place a soft kiss on her hands.
Strangely, she felt neither happy nor heartbroken.
The pain of the needle piercing her vein seemed muffled, as if behind a veil, and even the emotions that should have torn her apart were dulled by this amnesia.
Turns out, forgetting everything was heaven’s mercy to her.
After donating 400cc of blood, Carice walked out pale, her vision darkening in waves.
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< Carice’s story 1
After struggling for a long time, she finally chose to walk up to Rufus:“Rufus, can you tell me… our home address? In exchange, I can give you a gift.”
Rufus frowned: “What trick are you playing now? Have you lost your mind from all the suicide attempts?”
“No, I have amnesia…”
“The driver’s outside,” Rufus interrupted her, “let him take you back.”
“Thank you,” Carice said softly, “I’ll prepare the gift properly.”
“Don’t bother,” Rufus said coldly, “I’m not interested in any gifts from you. Don’t try to win me over. Every time, it’s always the same: I love
Annalise.”
Carice lowered her eyes, a faint smile curling at the corners of her lips.
Really? she thought. But you’ll like this gift.”
After getting in the car, she found the lawyer’s number in her phone contacts and sent a message:
“Hello, I want a divorce and Adult Child’s Petition to Sever Legal Ties. Please prepare a divorce agreement and Adult Child’s Petition to Sever Legal Ties for me.”
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