Chapter 229 Suspected Kidnapping (Part Two)

"Mmhmm, yes." Selah confirmed. The question had brought about memories of when she had been so young and naive, and it brought a bitter smile to her face.

"Some say you became famous overnight," Felicia said softly. "However, as far as we are aware, after the release of "Wang Zhaojun", all of the TV shows and movies you had planned to shoot ended up being cancelled. And then you disappeared for a year and a half."

Selah's mind was suddenly bombarded with memories of her past, and it felt rather unreal to her.

Noting the loneliness spreading across Selah's face, Barry couldn't help but think of that one year and a half that had been long enough for her to become a mother.

"I... After I finished shooting the movie," Selah whispered, her eyes empty. "I ended up falling pregnant... I didn't have a choice..."

'So it's true,' thought Barry.

Selah sucked in a wobbly breath trying to choke back her sobs.

Felicia exchanged a brief look with Jaime before tentatively asking, "Can you tell us more? Who the child's father is? You are not married, are you?"

Those questions piqued Barry's curiosity.

"No, I'm not married..." Selah knew that if she wanted to be successful once more in this career, she would have to dig up her past and lay it bear before everyone. For the sake of her son, she could do this!

"And the child's father?"

"I don't know," Selah said with a shake of her head.

Barry was shocked by this revelation.

"Okay. Do you think you can tell us more?" Felicia asked as delicately as she could.

"Hmm... I suppose I could," Selah answered. "When I had started my career in this industry, it had gone so smoothly. After I won the award, I had appointments lining up.

ng?"

"I thought it would be obvious!" Archer walked over and took her hand to lead her to the center of the heart.

"You..." Mary tried but was stopped by Archer's index finger on her lips.

"Mary, do you believe in fate?" asked Archer.

"Fate? Yes, I suppose so," Mary answered hesitantly.

"Hmm... Good. So do I." Archer smiled and continued to say, "Three years ago, on a street of New York City, in Times Square. Do you remember what happened?"

Mary looked at him with a confused expression. "No... I don't know what you're talking about..."

"That's alright. I remember." Archer's eyes softened, his expression gentle, which was something Mary had never seen before. "That day," he started, "you wore a peaked cap and bumped into me while I was taking photographs in the street. Your cap had fallen off and your beautiful black hair was all mussed... I'd never seen a woman with such beautiful hair before..."

He'd been taking photographs in the street? A cap?

Mary found herself even more confused now.

"Still doesn't ring any bells?" Archer raised his eyebrows in question.

"No, it doesn't..." Mary shook her head slowly. "I think you've mistaken me for someone else!"

"No!" Archer said firmly, "Have you also forgotten the gentle kiss we shared?"

Archer remembered it as clear as day. She had been looking back at something, and when she'd looked forward she had bumped into Archer. Their lips had pressed together for the slightest of moments. She had then bent down and snatched up her cap, leaving before Archer could say anything. He had pined for her since then.

Seeing that Mary still seemed confused, Archer hooked the back of her neck and shoved her lips against his.