Chapter 14
Words caught in my throat, leaving me speechless.
“But my reputation is ruined,” I whispered. “I’ll only bring trouble to you.”
I avoided his gaze, staring down at my toes, yet I could still feel Tristan’s eyes on me.
After a long pause, he sighed. “Don’t worry about it. Come inside. I’ll get you settled.”
With that, he turned and walked toward the house. I hesitated for a moment before following him.
The house was quiet, with maids moving about efficiently. Somehow, I found it comforting Unlike the emptiness of Jameson’s mansion, this place was filled with the warmth of everyday
life.
The room featured a slightly worn wooden bookshelf, a fireplace with remnants of burnt wood, and a well–kept leather sofa.
Lsát rigidly on the sofa, waiting for Tristan to come down. My mind felt blank, as if I were trapped in a dream.
Had I truly left Jameson so easily?
Tristan came downstairs in a light gray loungewear set that accentuated his long legs. The loose fit of his shirt made him appear more approachable, and I couldn’t help but notice his broad shoulders, narrow waist and…
He looked even more handsome in this casual attire, as if he were surrounded by a soft glow. found myself staring at him in awe, momentarily forgetting how to speak
Tristan met my gaze with a warm smile.
“Are you tired?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“This is my family’s old house,” he said. “It’s a bit old, but there are plenty of rooms. My parents are on vacation in Stravonia, and my two younger brothers are abroad.
“The person you met earlier is my cousin, Camila Davis. She wants to study art at Greenview University, so she’s been taking private lessons in the city.”
I felt even more awkward. “I’m fine. I’ll just stay for one night and leave. I can manage on my own. Actually, I could have booked a hotel instead.”
I realized I had many other options, yet somehow, I ended up here. How embarrassing. It felt like I was only making things worse for myself.
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Tristan chuckled. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable letting you stay alone in a hotel. Dr. mentioned you’ll need acupuncture for three days and a check–up, so why don’t you stay her for now?”
He paused, then added, “If you’d prefer, I can arrange for you to stay somewhere we
I shook my head quickly. “No, no, I like it here. I really do.”
The moment I finished speaking, I felt my cheeks flush.
Tristan stared at my face intently and smiled. “Wyn, why do you blush so easily?”
I cupped my cheeks and glanced down. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I woke up with amnesia, and in my memories, I’m still just a freshman in college”
I was only 18 back then, just beginning to explore the feelings of love. With the mindset of a 18–year–old, I struggled to interact with someone as remarkable as Tristan.
Even when dealing with someone like that jerk, Jameson, I often felt overwhelmed.
Losing seven years of memories has robbed me of the sophistication and composure expected of an adult. Even though I’m 25 now, my emotional intelligence and social skills feel like a
blank slate.
Tristan paused for a moment and asked, “So, you only remember up until you were 18? What about after that?”
I sighed and replied, “I’ve forgotten. Honestly.”
After saying that, I looked at him intently and asked, “Tristan, do you believe me?”
I was afraid he would hesitate, even for a moment. For some reason, I felt that if he did, I would be deeply saddened. He was the only person besides Chloe who had shown me kindness since I lost my memory.
Tristan nodded. “I believe you.” His smile was warm. “Tree believes in you, Wyn.”
I smiled back, my eyes brimming with tears.
But Tristan didn’t let me dwell on my sentimental emotions. He quickly instructed me to get ready for dinner.
The dinner prepared by the Zook family’s maids was surprisingly light, consisting of fish, meat, and a stir–fry of tomatoes and eggs. It wasn’t the extravagant feast I had envisioned.
I feasted heartily, having been hungry all day.
Tristan had excellent table manners. He expertly cut his fish into smaller parts before slowly eating them. He ate in silence, without engaging me in conversation.
Halfway through my meal, I noticed that Camila, who had been so harsh with me earlier, was
absent from dinner. I wanted to ask about her, but the words wouldn’t come. I glanced at Tristan, but he seemed completely unconcerned.
After finishing his meal at a leisurely pace, he headed to the living room to read newspapers and magazines. Realizing I was lagging behind, I quickly took a few more bites and followed
him
“Have you finished eating?” Tristan asked.
I nodded and replied, “Where’s Camila? Isn’t it a bit concerning that she didn’t come down for dinner?”
Tristan smiled. “She’s a big girl now. If she’s hungry, she’ll come down for food. You don’t need to worry about her.”
After he spoke, he instructed the maids to prepare a room and prepare some clothes for me.
After giving them the instructions, he said, “Get a good night’s rest. I’ll take hospital for a check–up at 8:00 am tomorrow.”
I quickly stood up. “I can go by myself tomorrow.”
Tristan glanced at me and shook his head. “No, I said I’d take you, so I will.”
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I wanted to argue, but he had already picked up his phone and started making work calls. Feeling helpless, I could only follow the maid upstairs.
The Zook residence really did have a lot of rooms. I was led to the third floor, where there were at least ten rooms on each side of the hallway.
I was in awe.
The Lambert residence hadn’t been this grand or impressive, at least not from what I remembered. Had I really stepped into a legendary old–money mansion?
The Zook family seemed several steps above Jameson, who represented new money. Unlike Jameson, who didn’t appear to own many properties, Tristan exuded the refinement of old
money.
The maid politely guided me to the guest room. As I opened the door, I was taken aback by its size–it was enormous!
This was no ordinary guest room. It resembled a small one–bedroom apartment,
To the left of the entrance was a bathroom, followed by a moderately sized walk–in closet. Next to the closet was the bedroom, which featured a king–sized bed. Across from the bed was
washroom featuring a bathtub.
The room was decorated in warm tones. The floor was wooden, the walls adorned with light yellow wallpaper, and the bed was a sturdy American oak piece.
