No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

When Freya walked into Edward’s room, Jamie stood by her side and was attentive to her every move. He quickly pulled out a chair and joined her when she sat down.

However, Edward hesitated before saying, “Frea, I’ve heard from Jamie about my condition. I have stomach cancer, and it might be advanced-stage, right?”

A wave of sorrow washed over Freya. She reached out and gently held his hand. “Don’t worry. I’ll do everything I can to help you get better.”

He glanced at their intertwined hands, finding comfort in Freya’s support despite the grim circumstances. He knew it would demand a lot from her, but with his life on the line, he allowed himself to enjoy this final indulgence. He squeezed her hand and said, “Thank you for being here with me.”

She offered a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing. Now that you’re awake, we can run some tests that we couldn’t do earlier. Can you stand?”

He tried to get up, but his prolonged bed rest had weakened him. As he wobbled, Jamie quickly supported him. Then, they headed to the medical equipment room, where Freya conducted the necessary tests. Afterward, she accompanied Edward to his bed, with Jamie trailing behind. She stayed for a while before exiting the room.

Once outside the room, Jamie’s demeanor turned indifferent, contrasting his earlier demeanor.

However, she shot him a scornful look before turning to leave.

He followed her until they exited the corridor and asked, “Why didn’t you use the medical equipment 1 brought from Caltun?”

because she hadn’t expected him to notice. So, she

at the clock and said, “It’s past five. I’ll

“Go ahead.”

and entered the bathroom. Once inside, she took several deep breaths, checked for surveillance devices,

a sealed bag containing a makeshift “mobile phone.” It was just a circuit board with numerous circuits and other components attached. Then, she took a chip from her sleeve, its golden circuit lines gleaming in the

under surveillance. Her usual bathing time was

Although it was operational, it still looked oddly strange. She held a wire and gently touched a chip on the board to test it. A number

phone was piggybacking on the medical equipment’s signal, and it didn’t have a phone number. Plus, due to her limited access to electronic components, each call lasted only about ten seconds. Without the capability

I was working with have been kidnapped. Tell Braxton that the Strategist is Jamie Fraser! We’re in a Floravalean-style villa surrounded by red maple trees.

but her battery was running low. Freya had only glimpsed the villa’s garden, and the towering walls blocked her view, leaving her with no other clues

toilet. Then, she climbed onto the sink, accessed the square ceiling, and moved one tile aside after a struggle to

Freya dried her hair, her heart pounding with anxiety. She didn’t know if

night seemed

a private airport, dressed castially and accompanied by

arrangements before