Clara felt a little uneasy at the way Wilson was staring at her. "Hmm? Something on my face?"

"No. Also, I wasn't protecting you. I did it for the child in your belly," Wilson lied. He was unwilling to admit it. It stung seeing her in pain, and it felt as if her pain flooded through him. If he could, he wished he could take the pain for her.

Wilson wondered what was wrong with him. Did he love her so deeply? So much to the point that even hypnotherapy could not erase the love he had for her?