Chapter 697

Chapter 697:

“Your Majesty, I didn’t expect your doctor to be so captivating,” Andrew remarked, a hint of a smile curving his lips.

Babette and Madisyn exchanged a surprised look. “Hey…” Babette was the first to speak. “Andrew… doesn’t she seem familiar to you?”

Andrew’s gaze lingered on Madisyn. “She does seem a bit familiar,” he admitted, his voice thoughtful.

“Look closer,” Babette said softly.

Madisyn’s expression remained calm, though her eyes held secrets, like a deep, unbroken lake, waiting for someone daring enough to stir its depths.

Andrew’s smile turned wry. “Maybe I just find all beautiful faces familiar.” A quiet tension fell over them.

How had Andrew become so flirtatious now that his true memories were gone?

“Our doctor is indeed quite beautiful,” Babette observed with a smile, watching the exchange between Andrew and Madisyn.

“Well, I’ll be on my way!” Andrew glanced at his watch, nodding to himself. “Tomorrow’s the engagement—I should head to the venue for a check-up.”

“Alright,” Babette murmured, watching as he left without looking back.

Once he was gone, she turned to Madisyn, her face shadowed with worry.

Madisyn’s expression remained calm, and her voice steady. “I’ll just keep trying,” she replied. “But aren’t you… hurt?”

“Of course I am,” Madisyn replied softly. “But sadness won’t help now. If this attempt fails, I’ll find another way. I have faith that before the wedding, he’ll remember.”

“Before the wedding… but the inauguration is next month.” Babette’s eyes widened in concern.

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“I’ll figure something out,” Madisyn said.

With that, she turned and left, her steps measured and composed. Yet, secretly, she clenched her fists. Babette watched her go, sighing.

Madisyn didn’t return to her room. Instead, she wandered through the garden under the quiet evening sky.

Wearing a veil, Madisyn watched from a distance as Andrew oversaw the workers preparing for the engagement. The lawn, a sea of flowers, was a whimsical, almost unreal sight—straight out of a fairy tale.

Lost in her thoughts, she observed in silence, unnoticed by Andrew, who was engrossed in his tasks.

“Feeling heartbroken?” came a voice from behind, dripping with mockery.

Madisyn turned slightly to see Savannah approaching, dressed in a lavish gown that glittered under the lights. Although Madisyn wore a veil, Savannah’s recent probing had already confirmed her identity.

Unfazed, Madisyn replied evenly, “Ill-gotten gains have a habit of slipping away.”

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