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Everyone says that Dane, the top explorer, loves me like his own life, cherishing me in the palm of his hand.
He has my name tattooed on his groin, never letting another woman get close.
When I heard he was injured in a remote area, I risked my life to rush to his side.
But I saw his gorgeous little assistant, Aria, lying on top of him, her tongue tracing over the tattoo of my name.
Heartbroken and disillusioned, I immediately returned home and contacted my primary care physician.
"Please arrange the surgery as soon as possible."
The doctor hesitantly asked, "The memory loss caused by electroconvulsive therapy might be irreversible. Are you sure?"
I nodded solemnly.
All memories of Dane - I want them gone, every single one.
"Miss Channing, your surgery is scheduled for 7 days from now."

I Finally Give up the Chains of Love

Dane forcefully carried me into the room, gently placing me on the couch.


He knelt before me with an almost reverent air, burying his head on my knees.


"Do you know how hard it's been for me to find you?"


Two trails of moisture soaked my pants, leaving a warm, damp sensation.


The esteemed young master of the Langdon family, Dane, the world-renowned explorer,


was sobbing uncontrollably against my legs.


I coldly pushed his head away, feeling a twinge of regret for my dry-clean-only silk pants.


Dane, like a child, clung to my legs, refusing to let go.


"I know I was wrong. I'll spend my entire life making it up to you."


I turned my head away, speaking dispassionately:


"You know I'm a neat freak. Once something's dirty, I don't want it anymore."


He suddenly released me, frantically stripping off his own clothes, crying hysterically.


"It's not dirty! I've cleaned myself thoroughly!"


Chapter 7