Page 167 of I Never Stopped Loving You

“And you had zero memory of him from your childhood? You didn’t even remember his last name or anything? So it’s legit just fucking magic that you decided one day you wanted to work for Andersons’ and Sons, then boom, you run into him?”

“Yeah. I remember bits and pieces of it, but never clear faces or memories. It’s weird,” I answer, causing her to tilt her head.

“So, Mr. Anderson. When you first saw my client at your place of business, what was your initial reaction?” she questions Noah.

Jeremy has a shit-eating grin on his face, and Noah’s smirk is growing.

“Why am I being interrogated?” Noah asks.

“I’m asking the questions here, fucker. Did you know who my client was when you saw her?” she snaps.

“Yes.”

That seems to shock Jenna.

“Why didn’t you say anything to her about who you were?” she asks.

“I did. When we got into the office, I told her my name,” he says smugly as he rests back against the couch, letting his hand run down my back and slip under the shirt to touch my bare skin.

“How did you know it was her?” Jenna demands.

“Her eyes. I’d know Willow’s eyes anywhere. When she applied for the job, I looked her up, but there wasn’t much information other than her resume stuff. From the few pics online that I saw, it looked like what I thought she would look like at this age. But when we were in that elevator, I knew it was her,” Noah says proudly as he pulls me against him.

“How? She has green eyes. There are a lot of women with green eyes.”

“Deep forest green eyes, strawberry blonde hair, and she still wears the same scent of perfume she would always put on as a kid. It was her mother’s. Plus, when I was near her, my heart started racing, and I finally felt alive again.”

When Noah says this, it causes me to turn to him. He said he knew it was me, but he never really said how he knew it was me.

“You remembered the perfume?” I ask quietly, not wanting the emotion to show in my voice.

“Fifteen years, Little Rabbit. That vanilla body spray has haunted me. You’d steal it from your mom’s room all the time to spray on your pillows and your clothes. I’d randomly smell it, and my mind would go to memories of you. I’d never forget you, Willow. No matter how long we were apart.”

“Oh, my God. How the hell can this be real? You’re literally living in a fucking fairytale. Ughh!” she huffs as she leans back against the couch. “So unfair. You never even believed in this kinda stuff. You always teased me.”

She stops suddenly and looks at Jeremy before looking back at me.

“When I used to show you sappy romance movies that I loved, you said it wasn’t real. That you’d never meet your soul mate or one true love,” Jenna groans.

“That’s because she had already met me. She just didn’t remember,” Noah says as he pulls me against his chest and kisses the top of my head.

A few tears escape my eyes and fall onto his shirt. He can feel the dampness and holds me tighter.

“I love you, Willow,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.”

“So wait, that doesn’t clear up last night. What happened? Jeremy said everything seemed fine before he left to come see me.”

“Everything was fine until I decided to go snooping in the case files on the table after he left.”

“Fucking hell. I’m sorry, Willow. I should’ve locked everything away. I was just so excited to go see her and…Shit. I’m so sorry,” Jeremy pleads.

“No. Really, it’s okay. If I hadn’t seen the crime scene photos, it might have never caused my memories to start coming back as fast. It forced me to go back to the house,” I assure him.

“Wait, can I ask one more thing before you tell us about last night?” Jenna asks.

“Mhm.”