Briana's guess was right; Sean was only at the log house on weekends. Not exactly every weekend; if he was busy outside, Sean wouldn't come. However, according to Nancy, lately Sean always made time to visit the log house. Was it because of her? Briana didn't want to get ahead of herself.
Sean walked past Briana without saying hello. He just raised his eyebrows and went inside a hut behind his house.
What was that place, and what was Sean Brosnan doing there?
It was none of Briana's business. It was better for her to go inside and take off Sean's rubber pants that she was wearing. Ah, how long did Briana have to wear that man's clothes? Briana thought she had inconvenienced Sean too much. However, Briana still wanted to trouble him with one more thing. Maybe a small gift of women's clothes, like the ones she read about in romance novels.
It looks like Sean is rich. The man was escorted by a bodyguard who had a more muscular body than Sean. Although not always attached, it proves Sean has more money. Sean, unfortunately, was stingy.
Briana pinched the T-shirt she was wearing. With only an oversized T-shirt on her body, Briana walked to the window and stood there while enjoying the view. Tall, shady trees surrounded the house, beautiful in the morning but creepy at night. Sean has really taken a big risk by living in the middle of the forest like this, even if it's just for the weekend. He could handle the ghosts, but what about the hungry beasts?
Suddenly the man Briana was thinking about appeared. He came out of the hut without wearing a top while dragging a tool that looked quite heavy; it seemed to be a wood chipper.
Sean went towards a large pile of tree trunks. Sean picked up his axe, and with it, he removed the unwanted small branches. Briana gulped harshly, watching Sean's muscles moving agilely as he swung his axe.
Gosh, why am I suddenly so hot and thirsty? Briana smacked her temple.
When he was done, Sean brought the huge tree trunk closer to the machine. Briana was amazed that the man was able to do all the heavy work by himself. What a strong man. Strong like the Hulk.
Sean placed the large branch at the foot of the machine and then stood up straight with his arms around his waist. A soft sigh escaped his lips as Sean wiped the sweat from his forehead, then suddenly he turned his head, and his eyes accidentally collided with Briana's, who was peering at him from the window.
"Damn, I'm caught red-handed!" squealed Briana.
Briana gasped and quickly moved away from the window. Briana hastily sat on the edge of the bed, her breathing ragged and her heart beating frantically. Sean had just caught Briana watching him from the window.
"Oh, God, this is so embarrassing. I don't know how. How am I going to stand up to Sean after this humiliating incident? He must be thinking badly of me because I had the audacity to peek at his naked, toned, wet, hot upper body—oh, damn it, Bri, what are you thinking?"
Briana was disgusted by her own dirty thoughts. Thinking lewd thoughts about a strange man was indecent. Mrs. Welsey told Briana that harassment didn't just happen to women but also to men. And Briana had just done it by thinking about Sean's manly upper body. She thought she was harassing him!
Oh my, Briana.
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Night falls, and Briana can't avoid Sean any longer. He came to her room to offer her a slightly late dinner. A reluctant Briana finally came out of hiding and enjoyed dinner at the same table as Sean.
Briana felt awkward while Sean seemed normal. The man ate quietly and was not at all bothered by Briana's presence here. After dinner was over, Briana went back to her room to sleep, but it was hard for her to close her eyes as Sean and his naked upper body kept filling her head.
"Gosh, at this rate, how will my memory recover soon?" Briana tapped her temple again with her fist.
Suddenly the sound of a door being knocked on from outside made Briana gasp. Her heart was beating fast, guessing who the person standing behind the door was. Who else but the owner of the house, Sean Brosnan? Because Nancy wasn't at the log house over the weekend.
"Hey," he called from outside.
"I have a name, for God's sake," Briana said irritably. "Come in," she said.
The door opened, and Sean walked into the room with a cardboard box in his hand. "I brought you some clothes," he said.
"Oh, finally," Briana muttered. Although it didn't come from a paper bag but a cardboard box.
Briana got out of bed and walked over to Sean. Sean placed the cardboard box of clothes he had brought beside the foot of the bed, then stood in front of Briana and said, "My mom gave me some of her clothes that didn't fit her anymore, and Anna bought two dresses for you."
Ah, Anna, besides being beautiful, she is also very kind. Suddenly Briana wondered what Anna had to do with Sean Clooney. They looked very close; Briana was sure Anna was not just an 'acquaintance' of Sean or the doctor who treated her.
"Well, sorry to bother you. Hmm, you can go back to sleep. Good night."
Briana nodded. "Thank you."
Sean quickly turned and walked towards the exit. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, Briana called out to him, "Mr. Clooney..."
"Yeah, what's up?" He turned his head but didn't say anything else other than looking intently at Briana.
Briana was suddenly struck with nervousness. Why would she call Sean? The question she had been harboring had gone somewhere. For some reason she was nervous. "Where are you going to sleep?"
Sean exhaled softly and said, "In the other room."
"Oh, thank goodness this house has another room. I thought you only had one room in this house because I'm currently occupying your room."
"Of course there is another room," Sean replied.
Yeah, this was a bit strange. If he had another room, then why put Briana in his private room? "I feel uncomfortable being here. If you only have one room."
"There are other rooms. Take it easy," Sean repeated.
"Okay, good night," Briana said softly.
Sean walked out of the room without saying anything.
Stupid, stupid question! Briana wanted to hit herself in the head. However, she remembered that it would make her head injury worse. Her attempt to remember her past could fail.