Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 545 Nicholas' POV I watched Gwen in silence as she tried to reach for her memories. I could practically see the gears in her mind straining, like she was trying to force open a locked door without the right key. Her eyes went distant, fixed on something I couldn't see. Her brow furrowed slightly. Her lips parted, as if the words were right there, waiting on the tip of her tongue, but couldn't quite make it out. "I think so," she said at last, her voice uncertain. "I mean, I know I do. I know it's true. But... I don't remember. Does that make sense?" It did.

It made perfect sense, based on everything Dr. Marshall had explained. It wasn't like her memory would come back all at once, like flipping on a light in a dark room. It was gradual. Fragmented. Pieces slowly falling into place until the full picture formed. And this was clearly a good sign. She was moving in that direction, toward a full recovery. It was better to keep encouraging her. To keep taking her to familiar places. To keep... pretending. "It does," I said, keeping my voice steady. "It makes sense.

Your memory is probably trying to come back." The smile that lit up Gwen's face was genuine. Warm. "Thanks to you," she said. I took a deep breath, guilt tightening in my chest. "Gwen, you know your fall down those stairs was kind of an accident on the inn's part, right?" I began carefully. "I mean, I was on my way to salt the steps, but I should have put up a warning sign, I should have..." Gwen laughed, cutting off my spiral of guilt. "Nick, I have eyes," she said, shaking her head. "I saw it was dangerous. I saw the ice, the snow.

And I still decided to go up carrying that heavy suitcase without asking for help." Then her eyes widened. They fixed on some distant point, processing something. "I remember that too," she murmured, almost to herself. My heart leaped. 1/5 Спортит 645 +25 Bonus It was good that she held on to that thought when her memory fully returned. Good that she remembered it had been an accident, not negligence. That she wouldn't decide to sue us and destroy what little we still had. But I didn't say any of that out loud. Instead, I leaned forward, encouraging.

very important to do here," she said slowly. I waited, holding my breath. She bit her lower lip, concentrating even harder before continuing. "Meet your family. Make our engagement official." And she smiled. That confident

have come looking for her when she didn't return? Called, sent messages, something? And people usually came to the inn just to rest for a weekend or a long holiday. But Gwen had booked an entire week.

to show 2/5 you her favorite drawing. And I need to take another group on the afternoon tour." Gwen nodded, still smiling, clearly pleased with herself for having "remembered" something. I turned to grab the jacket I'd left hanging on a hook in the wall. But as I pulled it down, I felt something heavy slide out of the pocket. The box. It hit the stone floor with a soft but unmistakable sound. And Gwen

She made a small, muffled sound of pure excitement. "You really did buy my ring!" she exclaimed, her voice high with joy. "I thought-" But she cut herself off, already crouching down to grab the box. "Gwen, no!" I said

too personal. Too sacred. That ring represented decades of real love between my parents. Real commitment. Real promises. A future built together