Chapter 20
Jameson: “If you don’t come back, then there’s nothing left to discuss!”
stared at my phone, reading his messages. The constant buzzing slowly drained my patience. Finally, I blocked him.
When he realized I had blocked him on What App, he switched to calling, so I blocked his
number too.
It felt like a weight had finally lifted. I should have done this ages ago. After all, I wasn’t the type to be pushed around.
Why didn’t I slap Jameson right then and there when he and his precious first love were so rude to me? I kept regretting that I hadn’t just lost it and fought back sooner.
The door opened, and Tristan stepped in, bathed in soft light.
I quickly hid my phone and gave him a warm smile. “Tristan, I’m feeling much better.”
He stepped closer, examining my face and nodding approvingly. “You do look better. But you still need to see Dr. Johnson this afternoon for a full checkup.”
I nodded obediently. Even though I disliked checkups, I knew he only wanted the best for me.
“What did Charles say to you last night?” I asked cautiously.
Tristan paused, his hand resting on the glass of water. “He asked me to take good care of you. He can’t come back for now.”
I felt a twinge of disappointment, but I understood.
Suddenly, he asked, “What do you remember?” A deep, unreadable look lingered in his eyes.
I thought for a moment. “I only remember things up until I turned 18, around the summer before my freshman year of college. I can’t remember anything after that.”
He paused for a moment, then smiled faintly. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember. It’s not important.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “How could it not be important? That’s seven years
of my
life.”
Those missing seven years felt like a part of my life had been deliberately erased. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t recall a thing.
When I woke up, I felt like the villain in a cheesy romance novel, trapped in a marriage with a cold, domineering CEO and his beloved first love. Their love story had turned my life into a chaotic mess.
Just then, Tristan’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and casually dismissed it, but the
caller was persistent, and his phone rang once more.
I gave him a puzzled look, wondering why he wasn’t answering.
With a nonchalant shrug, Tristan declined the call once more.
“It was Jameson,” he said casually, as if discussing the weather. “He seems a bit upset. It’s not what I expected. I always thought someone of his caliber would handle family matters with grace. But the outcome is quite disappointing.”
His comment about Jameson took me by surprise. With that, I realized who was calling.
But a bigger question emerged. When did Jameson become so irrational? He couldn’t reach me, so he decided to call Tristan instead. Wasn’t he the one who despised me the most and wanted me gone?
What was he really up to?
“Since it’s Jameson, why didn’t you answer?” I asked.
Tristan retorted, “Why should I?”
Our conversation ended abruptly when a nurse came in to change my IV and bring me lunch.
Tristan left after confirming I was okay. Despite his hectic schedule, he still found time to visit
- me.
I realized that he was a difficult person to understand. Though he was incredibly down–to- earth, he still kept a distinct boundary with everyone around him. I found it hard to truly understand him.
Time flew by. In the afternoon, Jason came to check on me and then took me for some tests. As expected, Dr. Johnson was waiting for me at the hospital. After a session of acupuncture and massage, my back and leg injuries were healed. He changed the bandage on my arm and provided some instructions.
I was well taken care of.
Dr. Johnson stayed with me the entire time, but I couldn’t help but wonder why Tristan, who had promised to be by my side, didn’t show up.
A slight pang of disappointment washed over me, but I quickly brushed it aside.
