?<strong>Chapter 787:</strong>


    For a brief moment, he imagined a pendant resting above her cleavage, entuating the elegance of her corbone.


    Then, out of nowhere, fragmented images shed through his mind—a bathroom, Carrie, and… she was naked.


    A sudden, stabbing pain shot through his skull, like a de cutting through his thoughts. He winced, pressing his fingers against his temples.


    “Kristopher, are you okay?” Aliza’s concerned voice broke through the haze.


    Carrie turned toward the sound, her eyes lingering on him briefly. In the next moment, Kristopher steadied himself. He waved a hand dismissively.


    “It’s nothing.”


    “You haven’t taken your afternoon meds yet. Let’s get you seated.” Aliza handed the jewelry box to Torrie.


    “Torrie, could you pass this to Ms. Campbellter?”


    She then guided Kristopher away, ying the part of a devoted partner perfectly.


    Carrie shifted her gaze indifferently, showing no reaction, before stepping inside with Luca.


    Torrie extended the jewelry box from Aliza, offering it to Carrie.


    “Ms. Campbell, this is a gift from Aliza and her fiancé.”


    Before Carrie could respond, Torrie gently ced the box in her hand. Carrie nced at the pendant inside, her smile faltering as memories she had buried long ago resurfaced.


    Before their divorce, one night after making love, they rested on the sofa together. She gazed up at the piano he had given her, its polished surface glowing under the cool moonlight.


    Snuggled in Kristopher’s arms, she pointed at it and murmured,


    “It looks so beautiful, almost like it’s made of diamonds. If I could have a tiny diamond piano to wear around my neck, I think it would add a little extra sparkle to my performances.”


    She never imagined Kristopher would take her words to heart and actually buy her a diamond piano pendant.


    When had he begun holding onto her every passing remark?


    A faint stir in her chest was quickly drowned by a flood of unanswered questions.


    Hadn’t Kristopher lost his memory? Hadn’t he erased her from his life? Then why this gift?


    Had he regained his memories? Or was there some deeper reason he couldn’t admit to knowing her, leaving this gift as a silent message?


    Her fingers tightened around the box as she lifted her eyes to Kristopher—just in time to see him gently tucking a stray strand of Aliza’s hair behind her ear.


    Aliza tilted her head into his touch, smiling sweetly.


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