She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 692:

He remembered!

Forgetting all else, Lawrence darted after him. By the time he caught up, Jacob had already opened the second door and was heading toward the third.

“Jacob!” Lawrence called.

Jacob didn’t slow down.

Lawrence lunged forward, blocking his path, his expression still clouded with emotion. “You remembered the password. Does that mean—I…”

“No,” Jacob cut him off coldly.

Lawrence wanted to say more, but…

But Jacob cut deeper. “I remember it because I was stupid enough back then, so I made sure I’d never forget the lesson.”

“Jacob, back then—” Lawrence started.

But the look Jacob gave him was colder than anything. Colder than a stranger’s glare. Lawrence couldn’t speak. Jacob had never cared for his explanations.

To him, they were just excuses.

Brushing past, Jacob walked up to the third door and entered the same code.

This time, password incorrect.

Lawrence didn’t move. Didn’t stop him. Didn’t speak. He just stood there, strangely hollow.

Every time they met, things only got worse. If Kristian hadn’t been in such a dangerous state, he never would’ve contacted K, and he definitely wouldn’t have asked her to bring Jacob into it. That thought lingered as he watched Jacob keep typing codes.

“Don’t waste your time,” Lawrence leaned against the wall. “You’ll never guess that one. Not in a lifetime.”

Jacob looked at him.

Lawrence didn’t budge.

𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲: g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺

“Go back and tell Freya—Kristian still owes me. I’ll fix him up, whether she asks me to or not.” He said every word slowly, clearly, and the last part he delivered while looking Jacob dead in the eye. “But if she sends you again, I’ll make sure Kristian forgets her completely.”

Jacob lifted his gaze, his expression composed and untouched by emotion as his eyes settled on Lawrence. There was something almost amused in his look, as though he found Lawrence’s immaturity rather laughable.noveldrama

Lawrence turned away, refusing to meet his gaze. “Just go.”

“If you dare wipe her from Kristian’s memory, she’ll make your life a nightmare you’ll never wake up from.” Jacob offered the warning gently, though his face remained as still as stone.

“Her? You’ve got to be joking.”

“I’m not,” Jacob replied flatly.

“I know she’s Hugh Briggs’ daughter, and yeah, she’s got strings to pull.” Lawrence’s tone was flippant. “But claiming she could ruin my life—don’t you think you’re giving her too much credit?”

If she were still married to Kristian, maybe Lawrence might have believed it, if only a little.

To Lawrence, she was just another pampered socialite.

Jacob didn’t waste his time punching in the password again. He simply turned around and walked out.

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