Chapter 167

As the sun gracefully descended over the Grand Canal, the scene exuded undeniable romance, yet comfort eluded Leah. Her black stiletto heels, stylish but impractical, threatened to twist her ankles with every step. The discomfort, however, paled in comparison to the constant awareness of men's lingering stares along the walkway. Thomas, acutely attuned to the attention she garnered, clung to her arm possessively, casting glares at any man who dared approach or gaze too intently. He resembled a protective lion, ready to defend and even eliminate any perceived threat to his female companion.

Leah couldn't shake the vulnerability that enveloped her, feeling like a gazelle on the brink of being torn apart for some lion's dinner – the specific lion almost irrelevant in her anxious state. Casting a sidelong glance at Thomas, a strange fear gripped her, one she attributed to her lack of memory about him. Would she be afraid if she remembered him? The uncertainty lingered in her thoughts.

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