I Sold My Heart To Forget Them—Now They Beg Me To Remember novel Chapter 105

Chapter 6

Olivia flinched at the sudden grip on her wrist. She scowled and yanked her hand free.

Her first instinct was to shap, “What, can’t tell I’m packing?”—but the words stuck in her throat. Instead, she said quietly, “Just sorting clothes.”

She didn’t look up. “This place is damp as hell. Gotta air things out now and then or mold will eat them

alive.”

Jack’s tense shoulders eased slightly. His voice settled back into its usual cold detachment. “This isn’t your

mansion uptown.”

“I never said it was.” Her tone stayed calm. “And I won’t be living in any mansions anymore.”

He frowned, clearly confused by what she meant. But within seconds, his expression hardened again.

“You planning to stay on base forever? I already told you-stop clinging to me and finish your reeducation. The sooner you’re done, the sooner you go back.”

Olivia didn’t bother replying. She kept folding her clothes in silence.

After a pause, he spoke again. “I’m staying on base tonight.”

She didn’t respond.

He repeated it, this time a bit quieter. “Emily’s recovered. I sent her home.”

Then, as if trying not to sound like he cared too much, he added, “Your injuries were worse. If the pain kicks

in tonight… call me. I’ll bring you the meds.”

Her hands froze.

So he still remembered.

He remembered she couldn’t handle pain.

Remembered the time she scraped her knee not long after they’d met – how she’d cried, and how he’d called her dramatic while gently dabbing antiseptic on her cut, using the pad of his finger instead of the cotton

swab.

But Olivia blinked and came back to herself. Her voice was steady. “No need. I’m not scared of pain

anymore.”

She stuffed the last piece of clothing into her suitcase, then looked up at him.

“If you’re done, feel free to leave. Didn’t you say we should keep things professional? Or are you worsted I’ll jump you?”

Jack’s expression darkened. Without another word, he turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him.

Late that night, a blaring alarm pierced through the sound of rain hammering the root

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Olivia shot upright in bed fightning lit up the sky outside; thunder cracked loud enough to shake the

windows.

She rushed to the window and yanked the curtain aside-just in time to see Jack throwing on a raincoat and

running out into the storm.

A second later, they nearly collided in the hallway.

“Floods hit the riverbank,” he said, jaw tight, water dripping from his chin. “We’re being deployed for

disaster relief.”

“Stay here,” he added firmly. “Don’t run around.”

Before she could respond, he was gone-swallowed by the rain.

Olivia stood frozen at the window, watching as military trucks roared out of the gates.

Just then, the cafeteria cook, Mrs. Jenkins, burst out of the staff quarters, sobbing. “My grandson’s still in the housing units by the river! What do I do?!”

Olivia didn’t hesitate. She grabbed a raincoat and ran out into the night.

By the time she arrived, the scene was chaos.

The riverbank had collapsed. Muddy floodwater churned, carrying branches and debris with it. Soldiers

shouted over the storm, their boots sloshing through knee-deep water.

Jack stood on a rise, soaked to the bone, barking orders in a hoarse voice. “Squad One—get the civilians out of the east block! Squad Two-reinforce the levee! Move!”

Then everyone froze. As if they’d all seen a ghost.

Jack turned, following their stares.

There she was.

Olivia stood a few yards away, rain flattening her long hair against her pale face. She looked like she’d stepped out of another world, like the chaos around her didn’t touch her-but everyone could teel the

weight of her presence.

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