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Chapter 11
At least Ben seemed to be too stunned to react, and the others didn’t stop me.
I stumbled as I walked. It was rush hour, and I had no idea which floor I was even on.
My ankle throbbed with pain as each step became harder to take.
Suddenly, I heard someone call my name from behind.
It was Ben.
I thought he was coming to get me, to take revenge for that slap.
So I ran faster and weaved through the crowd.
I thought he would stop chasing me after a while. But he didn’t.
In the end, because I wasn’t as familiar with the building as he was, he managed to corner me in a small conference room.
After all that running, he wasn’t even out of breath.
As he got closer, I instinctively shrank back and closed my eyes.
Then, everything spun, and I was suddenly pulled into his arms.
His low voice, husky and close, brushed against my ear, his breath warm against my skin.
“Jen.”
I never imagined that Ben’s memory would come back after I slapped him.
I struggled with all my might, but when he saw that I might fall, he finally set me down.
Then, he pushed me up against the conference table.
And he had the audacity to whisper in my ear.
“I’m sorry. I was wrong. I won’t do it again.”
I was stunned.
What a lightning–fast apology.
I never thought that if his memory came back, he would turn out to be a scoundrel.
“Let go of me!”
I slapped his hand away as it slowly slid to my waist, but all I got in return was a low laugh in my ear.
“Ben!” I gritted my teeth and shouted his name, feeling his fingers graze my ankle.
What the hell was going on now?
