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…
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Staring back at her, he couldn’t help but laugh, “You like my look?”
“No, no way!” Rowan said in a hurry.
“Then why are you staring and blushing like that?” Greyson said as he raised an eyebrow.
“I, I’m not talking to you anymore; see you tomorrow!” Rowan anxiously stomped, “the car is here to pick you up.”
“Do you want me to send you back?” Greyson asked.
“No need, I’ll walk back.” Rowan slightly waved.
“Stay safe on the way back.” Greyson said.
As he watched her presence become farther and farther away, Greyson’s smile started to fade.
So tired...
Why did he feel so tired before her?
It’s as though he was constantly putting on an act.
He didn’t feel like his smile was sincere, but he still had to put on a smile; even he didn’t know what the matter was with him.
“Master, I’m sorry, I’m late!” Greyson’s servant got out the car in a hurry.
“No matter, let’s get going.” Greyson said and got ready to get in the car.
“Master, are… are you alright?” Greyson’s servant asked.
“I’m fine; I’m out the hospital now, am I not?” 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.
“Master, Miss Moss…” The servant hesitated at first, but reluctantly asked.
“Miss Moss? I don’t know any Miss Moss.” Greyson looked at his servant with a puzzled look. “What’s the matter with you today?”
Don’t know a Miss Moss? How was that possible?
Didn’t 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?
“Let’s go.” Greyson said and got into the car.
The servant recollected his thoughts and got in the car.
No matter; it’s not in his place to mettle in the master’s business.
It’s a pity about Miss Moss, but he served Greyson, not Miss Moss.
…
Hattie felt weak ever since she woke up this morning.
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