NovelBookChapter 921: Freya hesitated. She wasn't sure if telling him was the right move. But Kristian's tone was steady now-quiet, somber, but without the jagged edges from earlier.
"It's fine. Just tell me. I can handle it." "He said... he can help you regain your memories," Freya answered.
"It's up to you when. You decide the timing." "Alright," Kristian said. Nothing more. Just silence and steady chewing, one bite after another.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFreya watched him closely. Hours ago, he had been a man on the brink—now, he just seemed... drained. Ten minutes later, Kristian set down his empty plate.
He turned to Ellis. "I want to talk. Just us." "Where?" "Freya's study." "Okay." Without another word to her, the two of them walked off into the study, closing the door behind them. Kristian's emotions held steady-barely tethered, thanks to the medicine-but the calm didn't dull the edge of what he needed to say. Inside that room, the air was thick with unspoken truths, and Freya was left on the outside looking in.
All she knew was that Kristian was the first to cout. He said nothing, just made his way back to his room and shut the door.
On the balcony, under the cool night sky, Kristian pulled out his phone and punched in Lawrence's number with grim resolve.
At that moment, Lawrence was busy-Jacob stood before him, handing over clean clothes and chatting casually. Lawrence felt a strange warmth in his chest.
The best reads are at gVInov\lsJacob still gave a damn.
But just as Lawrence began to let that rare comfort sink in, his phone buzzed sharply.
He glanced at the screen-and saw Kristian's name. His jaw tightened. The moment shattered. Suppressing the frustration that surged like a rising tide, Lawrence drew a breath and steadied himself. Kristian better have a damn good reason for calling.
Lawrence must say that Kristian had a habit of ruining his moments every single time.
Jacob, ever unreadable, glanced over and noticed Lawrence staring at his phone without responding, his voice cool and detached as always. "I left you sclothes here. Dinner's on the table outside. Eat when you're done with your call." "Jacob." Lawrence called out, ignoring the persistent ring of the phone for the moment.
Jacob turned back, his expression impassive, almost indifferent.
o.m Lawrence's gaze shimmered with turmoil. After a pause that dragged on too long, he finally asked, "You still care about me, don't you?" "Answer your phone." With that, Jacob walked away, leaving the question hanging in the air like smoke.
Did he care? Even he didn't have the answer to that. But if there was one thing he knew for sure, it was this-he hadn't forgiven the past. Letting Lawrence stay this thad cfrom pity, nothing more.
As the door clicked shut behind him, Lawrence clenched his jaw glaring at the still ringing device. If it hadn't been for that damn call, maybe Jacob would've said something.
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