Chapter 86
Sylvester reminded, "Hey, be careful out there."
That simple reminder made Calliope's heart feel warm. Without another word, she turned and left the CEO's office.
Sylvester watched her leave, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Jenny had been waiting outside. When she saw Calliope, she quickly stepped forward to help. "Mrs. Moore, you finally came out. Are we heading home now?"
Jenny was in a rush, worried something might go wrong.
"I'm only one month pregnant, not eight months. I'm not that fragile." Calliope let Jenny support her, feeling a bit like she was about to give birth already.
As they walked through the secretary area, Calliope spotted the beautiful secretary, Maggie, again.
Maggie smiled at her, and she nodded back, repeating the name "Maggie" in her head. It felt familiar, but she couldn't place it.
The name rang a bell, but the face didn't—maybe from some TV show?
In the elevator, Calliope kept trying to remember where she knew Maggie from, but she came up empty.
The elevator doors opened on the eighth floor, and Calliope tensed up. A few employees were waiting, including David.
Anyone who read the reports probably knew she was Sylvester's wife, including David. Calliope knew she shouldn't care about his feelings anymore, but she couldn't help it.
The employees got in, and David stood next to her. Jenny used her body to shield Calliope, making sure no one crowded her.
They were so close, yet acting like strangers—who could understand that kind of bitterness?
The elevator stopped on the third floor, and a few people got out. David stayed put, his face full of mixed emotions, like he had a lot to say but couldn't.
Calliope wanted to speak up but didn't know where to start. When the elevator reached the basement, David finally moved, looking like he was about to get out.
She felt a sense of relief. It was too late anyway.
Suddenly, David collapsed, and the colleagues around him started shaking him. "David? Wake up!"
"What's happening?"
"Did he faint?"
Calliope stood frozen in the elevator, supported by Jenny, unable to react.
"David," she called softly, pushing Jenny aside and moving towards him. She slowly squatted down. "Wake up! David."
Just like when she was a kid, facing an unconscious David, she felt powerless and could only watch anxiously.
"Call 911!" Calliope held David's head and shouted. The colleagues around her were stunned.
She repeated louder, "Call 911! Didn't you hear me?"
"Okay, right away!"
Seeing David's pale face, Calliope knew he was in serious pain. The doctor had clearly said he needed to be hospitalized, but he stubbornly refused.
Jenny stood off to the side, not daring to speak, puzzled about Calliope's connection to this guy.
At the hospital, David was rushed into the emergency room, and a nurse stopped Calliope from going in. Her heart finally started to calm down a bit. Jenny gently patted her back, trying to comfort her, "Mrs. Moore, you're pregnant. You can't get so worked up; it's dangerous."
"I'm fine. Just get me some water; I'm thirsty." Calliope panted lightly, sitting on a bench, looking dazed.
"Okay, don't move. I'll be right back!"
After Jenny left, Calliope sat alone. She thought she had no more ties with David until she saw him collapse. She realized she couldn't completely let go of him. Caring for David had become a habit.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, but Calliope, lost in thought, didn't notice who was coming.
The footsteps got closer until they stopped right in front of her. A pair of black leather shoes came into view. She was about to look up when she heard a snap, and her vision blurred.
"Listen, when I count to one, you will remember my name. I am Samuel Davis. 3—2—1."
Soon there was another crisp snap!
With that snap, Calliope seemed to snap back to reality, her eyes regaining clarity. She gradually saw the man in front of her clearly.
A tall, handsome man stood before her, wearing a spotless white shirt, as clean as fresh snow. Her gaze moved up to his captivating Adam's apple.
Calliope looked up at his face, his nearly perfect features as exquisite as a classical sculpture, exuding an aura of untouchable purity. She thought this man must have an obsession for cleaniness.
"Samuel Davis?" She didn't understand why she blurted out this name. Then she felt a sense of incredulous shock.
"Smart, that's right." Samuel smiled lightly.
'How strange,' Calliope muttered to herself. How did she know his name? Did they know each other? It shouldn't be; she had no memory of this man.
Samuel slowly knelt on one knee, holding a delicate pearl bracelet, and gently put it on Calliope while softly whispering, "Calliope, be good. This is a gift for you. I think Sylvester will like it too."
At this moment, Calliope seemed to be under some spell. Why didn't she want to refuse this man? Did they know each other? If not, how did she know his name?
She sat quietly, watching the tall man bend down to put the bracelet on her. She noticed a sea-blue gemstone in the center of the bracelet, dazzling and romantic.
"Do we know each other? Why do I know your name?" Calliope began to doubt if she had ever had amnesia. Otherwise, how could she explain all this?
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