“Yvonne, I’m not your Dr. Xie.”

Samuel was trying to pry free the pale, delicate hands tightly wrapped around his waist.

The person leaning against his back murmured in a raspy voice, “You’re Samuel... just hold me for a while...”

How could she mistake him for someone else?

He was Samuel—Samuel, the man she had loved for six years and spent another six trying to forget. She couldn’t have mistaken him.

She ...