Claire looked at him with wide eyes, "After the army?" She mumbled, her tone shaky as she asked. "Yes, I want to know everything that happened when I arrived home from the army," he repeated himself.Claire looked at him with an odd stare. She dropped, picked up a napkin, and wiped her mouth as she pushed the food away. "I don't know why you're asking this, Bryan," she said with a soft tone.It looked like she had lost her appetite completely at the mention of the past. She looked at the food and then sighed, getting up from the table. But Bryan wasn't feeling remorseful at all. As much as he cared about her and didn't plan to hurt her, he certainly didn't mind doing that just to get the answers that he needed. "I know this might be hard for you, but have you thought of how much harder it is for me?" I am the one who has to live with the idea that I had the last half year of my life taken away from me. I can't remember who I was and what happened in all those months!" He snapped.Clai

The next day, Bryan woke up to find himself on the same table that he'd laid on after looking through the photo album. At some point in the day, he'd finally been able to find sleep after looking through the pictures of himself and his men in several cities and after deadly combats. Memories filled him up the previous night and sometimes he could almost taste the blood on his tongue, feel the pain of the bullet, and hear the cries of their enemies on the battlefield. He didn't want to get back to the pains and bitterness that he'd faced with his generals, when they had to go without food and water for several days and all that they had was hope for a better day and the thought of returning home. The previous night was the first time that Bryan had relieved all his experiences in the army, looked at the eyes of all his generals, and recalled all their sufferings and triumphs. "Bryan?" Someone said right in his ears and he jerked out of his seat, grabbing the arms that lay on his sho

A few had passed since the beginning with Caleb over Claire. Frankly, with all that was going on and his newfound interest in what had happened to him, Bryan had long forgotten about the stupid bet and he didn't pay any attention to the date that had been fixed. Claire was still at the office, in the headquarters of the Oscar company when her mother arrived, she was dressed in a beautiful two-piece and her hair was wrapped up fashionably in a turban. "I thought you would tell the guards to stop me from coming in again today," she said. Claire looked up at her from the skin of her laptop and snapped it shut as she sat down on the chair across from her. "How is any of this going to be of help to us? To the company in general?" Claire couldn't help but ask. Freda raised a brow at her, "And what do you mean by 'all of this?" She asked with a scowl on her face. "Mother, you know exactly what I mean. You keep calling to show up at the company or to be around or something like that, how d

Ronnie stared at Bryan with cold eyes, he looked back at his junior officer and asked who was troubling them. "Where has the fool that touched my men?!" He snapped aggressively. All the men seemed very pleased that the superior was getting upset. They knew how explosive Ronnie was once mad and they couldn't wait for him to unleash his fury on Bryan. "Sir, he claimed to be very important and that you would certainly know him when you arrived," his subordinate said and bowed. Ronnie glared at Bryan. At first, he didn't recognize him at all and thought that he was just some common man that he could make fun of, but looking at him closely, he realized that he knew him and that he was Claire's husband. "Oh, what do we have here?" He asked with a loud laugh. He pointed That out with scorn and asked what he was doing in the bureau. "Why would you come here? Are you done getting treated at the asylum?" He asked. Bryan looked at him with a bored expression, wondering why he was still usin

Freda was humming in the dining room at her place. The chef and his assistant both hurried about the place, trying to make sure everything was in order. It has been two full hours and still, the meal wasn't exactly as Freda wanted it. "Mummy, don't tell me that you're still doing that tasting contest," Claire said as she walked into the kitchen. Freda was leaning on the counter over a lot of boiling...soup. Claire couldn't help herself as she asked, "Is that some kind of soup?""Get out of here and get dressed, we are having a guest in less than a few minutes and I can't have you looking like a freaking broke widow," she said and then muttered under her breath, "Not like the widow part would be a bad idea." Claire looked at the mixture on the fire again and shuddered as she walked out to the dining. She nearly bumped into one of the chefs who was holding what looked to be an entire lamb appendage. "Mum, are we having the entire family over?" She asked. But even as she asked, she kn