Greyson left the hospital.
His head was completely shaved in order to do surgery. The wound had healed by now, and a short stubby layer of hair had regrown. This made his facial features stand out more and made him look even more masculine.
Looking at his appearance, Rowan started to blush.
Greyson was... quite handsome...
âWhy are you staring at me like that?â Staring back at her, he couldnât help but laugh, âYou like my look?â
âNo, no way!â Rowan said in a hurry.
âThen why are you staring and blushing like that?â Greyson said as he raised an eyebrow.
âI, Iâm not talking to you anymore; see you tomorrow!â Rowan anxiously stomped, âthe car is here to pick you up.â
âDo you want me to send you back?â Greyson asked.
âNo need, Iâll walk back.â Rowan slightly waved.
âStay safe on the way back.â Greyson said.
As he watched her presence become farther and farther away, Greysonâs smile started to fade.
So tired...
Why did he feel so tired before her?
Itâs as though he was constantly putting on an act.
He didnât feel like his smile was sincere, but he still had to put on a smile; even he didnât know what the matter was with him.
âMaster, Iâm sorry, Iâm late!â Greysonâs servant got out the car in a hurry.
âNo matter, letâs get going.â Greyson said and got ready to get in the car.
âMaster, are... are you alright?â Greysonâs servant asked.
âIâm fine; Iâm out the hospital now, am I not?â Greyson smiled.
The servant did not know that Greyson had lost his memory, so it was strange to him why Greyson was on such good terms with Rowan.
âMaster, Miss Moss...â The servant hesitated at first, but reluctantly asked.
âMiss Moss? I donât know any Miss Moss.â Greyson looked at his servant with a puzzled look. âWhatâs the matter with you today?â
Donât know a Miss Moss? How was that possible?
Didnât he already tell Greyson everything? What happened?
His servant suddenly felt a cold sweat all over.
Was there some kind of misinformation in his report? Or did... the Master really just give up?
âLetâs go.â Greyson said and got into the car.
The servant recollected his thoughts and got in the car.
No matter; itâs not in his place to mettle in the masterâs business.
Itâs a pity about Miss Moss, but he served Greyson, not Miss Moss.
...
Hattie felt weak ever since she woke up this morning.
She wanted to get up, but she realized that she couldnât budge at all.
She started to panic; she tried hard to move her hand and reach the service button.
What was going on?
Jensen wasnât around either...
Hattie looked on at the button right next to her, but alas, she couldnât reach it.
She became so anxious that she was about to cry.
She began to feel more and more distraught inside.
Suddenly, she started to come to and regain consciousness! But what immediately followed was an overwhelming sense of pain.
With a huff, Hattie curled into a ball.
Cold sweat covered all over her.
Was the poison starting to spread?
She never felt such intense pain before! Was she... really going to die this time?
Hattie gritted her teeth, and the pain forced her to shut her eyes.
During this time.
Today was the day of Greyson and Rowanâs wedding ceremony.
Finnley woke Greyson up early in the morning; a small crowd ushered Greyson along to get ready and dressed.
âDad, Iâm a grown man... Is all this really necessary?â Greyson said in a sleepy manner.
âYour stay at the hospital these days has made you lazy! Todayâs the big day of your wedding, of course we must take these extra measures!â Finnley continued to bark orders, âYou there, hurry and tend to your tasks! Hurry and help the young master get ready!â
The small crowd tensed up and went about their tasks.
Greyson pouted and said nothing, allowing the small crowd to get him dressed and do his hair.
Finnley looked on a Greysonâs obedient behavior with satisfaction, and the wrinkles next to his eyes became even thicker.
He had anticipated this day for too long!
Surely even god took pity on all his hard work, and helped him to get everything proceeding without a hitch.
Why else would Greyson just so happen to lose all his memories of Hattie, and mistook Rowan for Hattie?
A huge grin appeared on Finnleyâs face, and he left to tend to other matters.
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Rowan sat before her dressing table, as the stylist behind her silently tended to her hair.
She wore a pure white dress, and looked as elegant as a white swan.
Rowanâs mother came over, took a good look at her, and nodded in satisfaction, âRowan, youâre about to get married; I almost canât bear it...â
âMom, what are you saying? Iâm not even married yet!â Rowan joked with a smile, âBesides, even after I get married, I will come visit you often!â
âBut itâs not the same,â Rowanâs mother shook her head and said, âNo matter, daughters are bound to get married sooner or later... Tell me the truth, do you really love that Greyson? Youâre not doing this for the family, are you?â
Rowan blinked, then her face began to slowly turn red, âI like him.â
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