As promised, Olivia Bennett smiled and gently told Beatty, “Please, just enjoy your meal. You don’t have to pass me anything—I’m full already.”
Beatty glanced at her, then at Ethan Carter, and nodded. “Alright.”
Damian had told her: Be good, listen to Olivia, and Olivia will like you.
The two of them played along so well that Olivia finally relaxed and enjoyed the rest of her dinner—roast chicken, buttery mashed potatoes, and green beans—without feeling awkward.
Afterwards, Damian Franklin and Beatty didn’t linger. They chatted on the porch for a few minutes, then prepared to leave.
Beatty gave Olivia a long, reluctant look, almost as if she didn’t want to go. In the end, Damian half-coaxed, half-dragged her out the front door.
Once they’d left, Adelina Lane pursed her lips, frowning slightly. In a low voice, she asked, “Has she been like this since she woke up?”
Lance Carter nodded. “Just waking up at all is a miracle.”
Adelina sighed. “Right. After all those years in a coma, just having her back is more than anyone could ask for.”
Olivia, who’d been listening from the couch, was completely lost. She couldn’t help but ask, “Beatty wasn’t always like this?”
“Not at all,” Lance replied, glancing at her. He explained, “She was in a bad accident—she was basically in a coma for nearly twenty years. When I first met Damian, Beatty had already been unresponsive for about six or seven years. Damian told me she only woke up last year, and it’s taken her a year to get to where she is now.”
Olivia was stunned.
Other than her mind, Beatty seemed perfectly healthy. She’d just assumed Beatty had always been like this. Hearing her story now, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.
But it also made one thing clear: Damian had taken incredible care of her.
“Damian brought her back to Cabinda—back home—hoping that familiar surroundings might trigger some memories,” Lance said.
Adelina smiled warmly. “You’re just someone people take a shine to, Olivia. I liked you from the moment I met you.”
Olivia felt her cheeks warm. She remembered how Adelina had once kept her identity hidden when they first met. She’d thought Adelina was just a kind, if slightly mysterious, woman.
She couldn’t help but smile. That was only two or three months ago, but it already felt like a lifetime.
After a little more small talk, Olivia and Ethan headed upstairs to their room.
The moment they walked in, Ethan pulled Olivia onto his lap, grinning. He leaned in to kiss her, but she quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.
Ethan frowned in mock annoyance, his dark eyes smoldering.
Olivia just laughed and kept her hand in place. “New rule: No more holding my hand in front of everyone, got it?”

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