Those rare moments of warmth that they shared, she cherished them deeply.

Finally, he ended the kiss and traced his fingertips across her moist lips. "That's how you're supposed to do it. Understand?" he asked.

She snapped back to reality, her gaze cloudy.

Her chest seemed to be stirred by something.

Clara stepped back, breathing heavily. "You..."

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to continue? Or is that the extent of your determination to find your friend?" he asked.

Clara bit her lip. She's afraid, and she didn't know why.

What was she afraid of? Even if they ended up in bed, it wouldn't be their first time. Besides, she still loved him! Even though he no longer loved her, even though he had forgotten their love, she still remembered!

But she didn't want to... She didn't want to do it with him under such circumstances. She didn't want to do it with him when he didn't truly love her.

Clara clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to bow down to reality.

Wilson frowned. Her