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“Forgery is a crime.” She spoke up, her back as straight as a ruler, “Perhaps, you don't…” she was saying when he surely began to unbutton his shirt, “Wait, what are you doing?” She asked, with wide eyes, but he didn't stop.
“Uh, Ethan? What…?”
Lord save her, his chest came out in full display. Abs strong and firm on smooth tanned skin, with scars that seemed to brand him with a different kind of insane beauty.
Laura found the pages of books she'd read invading her mind.
‘,...and she traced the scars on his skin.’
‘...her smooth fingers drew lines on his scars as he relayed the stories they held in their rugged surfaces.’
Why did she want to trace his scars?
His voice came out smooth, yet with an intonation of dangerous things, “As you can see, I have scars, and what do scars suggest?”
“I… uh, a horrible life?” She asked, not really sure what his questions meant. Why was he asking, and why would he need to commit a crime when he already looked like that?
He rose to his feet, and Laura's eyes bounced left to right in her sockets.
“What… what are you doing?” She asked, unwilling to meet his electrifying eyes.
He came to her, and bent, causing her to move backwards, as his hands alighted on the backrest of the sofa.
Her breath was cut off, as she found it hard to swallow. She turned to the side, feeling her body heat up. He was too close!
“What if I'm a criminal? We have to make it so that I can claim not to be whoever I currently am, at least until I can recover my memories.”
Her heart throbbed. What if he was really a criminal?
“Don't scare me.” Her little hands pushed him aside, as she rose to her feet, “Whoever you are right now, that's completely fine. I am currently helping you. You have lost your memories. If you regain your memories, then… maybe you can, uh…”
A smirk drew on his lips, “Turn myself in?”
“I don't know. I'm not responsible for your past deeds, but I'm responsible for you right now.”
“Let's say I'm a criminal, and then we're already married before I regain my memories?”
Ouch.
That would be crazy.
“Right now, Ethan. Let's focus on right now. So, you were talking about forgery.”
“More like creating a new identity for me. A name, a background information, a job, and all. And someone you trust the most.”
“What for?”
“A personal assistant.”
“So you will need a personal assistant for what? And would the personal assistant report things to me?”
Ethan chuckled, “Definitely,”
Laura inhaled and exhaled. “I believe you're a good man. Criminals… it's not written on their faces, but at least you can't stand a woman being hit, even if it's by her father. And… a criminal definitely would have the inbuilt instinct to commit crime. The conviction that they can get away with anything. So far, you haven't done anything to me.”
She was good at analyzing things— very good.
“I'll need a phone.” He replied, like she hadn't gone on with a speech on how to identify criminals.
“Our wedding is tomorrow. Prepare thoroughly. Tomorrow will be a busy day for the both of us. As for a phone, hang on, I'll inform Delphie.”
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The day wore on, and the sun soon cast its sunset shadows over the room given to Ethan. The room was more like a study. Not too spacious, but looked like it could hide a number of important things.
He fished out the emblem, and placed it behind his portrait. Very soon, he would figure what it meant, and have his complete memories of everything that went on that day.
Till that time, his new job was a romantic husband by day, and a revenge seeker by night.
Then finally, he got a call from the very person he'd been trying to reach all afternoon.
“Ryder.” He called in a low tone, and the sharp gasp was strong enough to pierce Ethan's eardrums.
“Commander!” He screamed, and Ethan could hear the stomp of his foot in salute. He could see Ryder in his mind with his hand to his head, his brown eyes as aloof as ever, and his beards perfectly trimmed.
“My existence is a secret. From now on, you'll be calling me by my name.”
“But how…?” His voice trembled despite how strict it was, “What happened?”
“Poor Ryder, did you think our missions together were over? Definitely not. You'll be starting another mission with me. Now, you're going to resign, claiming you are in a state unfit to fight after the traumatic event of losing me and my comrades in battle. After that, you're going to come to my new location. My will would soon be announced, giving everything in my name to Alessandra. I cannot allow that.” His voice rang out coldly. Even the mention of her name made his heart clench with rage, and pain.
“Speak, Commander. Only your orders will I follow.”
“I'm going to write a new will, which you're going to discover with my seal, signature and all. I will text you my address, where you will become my personal assistant and bodyguard.”
“Yes, sir!”
The battle line was drawn.
“Honey.” He suddenly heard as his door swung open, and he slammed the phone hard on the desk, taken aback.
Laura gave a shy smile, then came in.
“Don't make this awkward. I'm only practicing.”
She looked around, “Is there anything you'd need? They're bringing in more furniture.”
“Ah, this.” He said, going over to his bedside desk, which had a sickly green color he naturally hated.
“What else do you need?” Laura said, sauntering over to his phone. She picked it up.
“Comman…” Ryder began, but before she could hear the rest, Ethan had taken her hand, swaying her dangerously. She fell against his chest, feeling the strong thump on his chest.
“Uh, your phone is…” Laura let out, shocked.
“...a problem? Command…” the phone continued, unnecessarily loud in the silence.
“What else do I need? A kiss.” He said, swooping in, and deftly taking the phone from her hand.
Laura froze.
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