I watched his back, feelingpletely confused. Would I really regret it?
No wonder he was one of Jonathan’s people. They all seemed to think I would regret it. I rolled my eyes and went back to my room, <b>closing </b>the door behind me.
Not long after, <b>Gabrielle </b>came rushing in “Elise, are you sick? <b>Where </b>does it hurt?”
<b>She </b>looked worried and scanned me from head to toe.
“I’m fine,” Isald
Seeing her calmed me down abil.
“Why did <b>Jonathan </b>say you were sick and ask me to take you to the hospital?” she asked,
1ched “led to him.”
“You actually dared to lie to him now?” dabelle eximed, <b>staring </b>at me in disbellet. “You’ve really changed.”
She muttered, shading her head, “The old you would never have dared to do something like this.”
“Enough about him,” I snapped, annoyed by the mention of Jonathan’s name. “<b>I </b>need your help with something.” “What is <b>it</b>?” she asked.
“I want to visit Frederick When Jonathan asks, just tell him we went to the hospital,<b>” </b>exined.
“Of course!” Gabrielle said without hesitation. “I definitely won’t let him know, but<b>…</b><b>” </b>
She frowned. “Why do you want to see Frederick?”
Tsighed again “After all, he saved me. Last time we parted on bad terms, but no matter what, I
“That makes sense,” Gabrielle nodded. “How do you n to thank him?“.
it to apologize. <b>Without </b>him, I might not even be alive,” !
“You once <b>said </b>he likes fine wine, so I checked my ount. I should be able to buy some collectible bottles for him,” I answered.
Gabrielleughed. “Why buy? Doesn’t your house have plenty already?”
“What?” I asked, feeling surprised.
She tapped my forehead. “Have you really forgotten? After you married Jonathan. he taught you winemaking himself. His family has a huge cer filled with care wines from around the world. Frederick even asked you to <b>give </b>him some before, but you t–out refused. Don’t you remember?”
I nabbed my nose. “I really forgot…”
“Well, it’s understandable since you lost your memory,” she said softly.
Gatinelle looked me in the eyes. “Are you sure about giving him wine? I’m afraid he might reject your gesture, considering how harshly you refused him before.” I shrugged casually. “Where do you keep those wines?” <b>I </b>asked.
“I’ll take you<b>,</b>” Gabrielle sald, talding my hand.
Jonathan must have told the security by the door because no one stopped us wherGabrielle and <b>I </b>left by car.
She took me straight to the ron Jonathan and 1 <b>shared</b>–the wry first <b>ce </b>I <b>saw </b>after waking from my amnesia<b>, </b>
At first, I thought I was lucky to live somewhere so valuable. Now, it just felt like a golden cage, turking ine into someone I wasn’t.
Seeing Gabrielle walk <b>around </b>so familiarly, I <b>asked</b>, “Didn’t you say your rtionship with Jonathan and me wasn’t good <b>during </b>my marriage? Why do you seem so tarmiliar with this house?”
Gabrielle paused for <b>a </b>moment before saying, “<b>We </b>didn’t fall <b>out </b>at the very start. I was genuinely happy for you when you <b>got </b>married, but then you changed. You argued with Jonathan all the time, I tried to advise you a few times, but Jonathan overheard and got upset. That’s when we slowly difted <b>apart</b>.”