Chapter 46
Tears streamed down my face as I shared with Tristan the earlier incident. With each word, I could see his expression harden, revealing his growing disdain for Jameson.
I couldn’t shake the regret. “How could I have forgotten to take my grandma’s belongings? How could I let that slip my mind? How could I possibly forget something so important?”
After that, I wanted to hit my head in frustration.
Tristan grabbed my hand and explained, “Because you’ve lost your memory. You can only recall events from before you turned 18, leaving everything that happened afterward forgotten.”
With my head bowed, I wept. “I can’t believe I forgot. How could I have left something so important to Jameson? I regret it so much.”
With his usual gentle tone, he reassured, “Wyn, don’t be sad. A broken bracelet and a damaged photo can both be fixed.”
I was surprised. “Really?”
Tristan smiled. “It’s true. I’ll never lie to you.”
I laughed and said, “Thank you so much, Tristan.”
Tristan took the warm towel provided by the maid and wiped my face. The soothing heat left me feeling rejuvenated. I whispered, “Thank you.‘
Tristan abruptly gestured toward my cheek. “What happened to your face?”
He softly traced his fingers along my wounded cheek, but I instinctively pulled away. “It’s nothing serious, just a little accident.”
Tristan frowned and instructed the maid to bring ice. “Apply it for a while. Otherwise, you might have a bruise.”
He paused and asked, “Why do you keep getting hurt and making me worry?”
I gazed into his eyes, which were intense. My heart raced, and an electrifying sensation coursed through me. I stammered, “I…”
An awkward atmosphere surrounded me, but I ignored it and kept wiping my face with the cold towel.
Tristan carefully took the items wrapped in my handkerchief and assured me, “Leave these in my hands. I’ll find someone who can repair them for you. They will surely be restored to their original condition.”
I handed the items to him hesitantly.
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Tristan looked at me and asked, “You don’t believe me?”
I immediately shook my head and said, “No, I trust you. It’s just that I can’t bring myself to part with them.”
Tristan grinned. “Are you hesitant to give it to me?”
I was perplexed as to why my face had flushed once more. To distract myself from it, I asked, ” Why did Mr. Quigley come over?”
Tristan explained calmly, “He came to see my dad, but my dad wasn’t home.”
I was confused. If Mr. Zook was indeed not home, wouldn’t Tristan have informed Mr. Quigley ahead of time? Could it be that Mr. Quigley was actually here to visit Tristan?
I watched Tristan suspiciously as he stared at the torn photos and broken bracelets, unaware of my gaze. The more I thought about it, the more I suspected that Mr. Quigley had come to
visit him.
Given Mr. Quigley’s high status, could he be here because of the trouble I caused today? This made me feel uneasy.
Tristan made a phone call, and soon after, a museum art restorer arrived to collect the items in a box. He reassured me that they would be restored to their original condition, which completely eased my concerns.
I found myself overwhelmed with gratitude and started to fret about how I could repay Tristan for his help.
Once everything was settled, Tristan asked me to head upstairs for some rest. As I ascended the stairs, I paused and glanced back at him. He stood silently at the bottom, his eyes fixed on
- me.
I asked, “Tristan, how long can I stay here?”
Tristan was initially taken aback but soon broke into a warm smile. “Feel free to stay for as long as you wish.”
I bit my lower lip and confessed, “Tristan, I truly don’t know how I could ever repay you.”
Tristan adjusted his glasses, the living room light reflecting off the lenses, obscuring the expression in his eyes. He gestured subtly and said, “Go and rest. We can discuss it later.” After that, he left. I watched him for a while before turning and going upstairs.
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