She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 916:

He didn’t want to get entangled with Lawrence again—their shared past was still a sore spot he hadn’t fully healed from. But the image of Lawrence slumped in defeat, looking like the world had given up on him, tugged at something inside him.

After a moment’s hesitation, he typed back, “Okay.”

He had already made up his mind—once Lawrence bounced back, he’d send him packing. But for now, seeing him so rattled, he couldn’t just leave him to spiral alone.

When Lawrence saw the reply, his heart practically leapt with joy. So, the saying online was true after all. Career in shambles, but love on the rise.

Pushing his research woes aside, he slipped his phone into his pocket and sprang to his feet to start packing.

Clothes, trousers, shoes, toiletries—he shoved them all into his suitcase with practiced ease. He’d thought it through—judging by the way K had looked earlier, Kristian wasn’t going to show up and try to get his memories back anytime soon.

That meant a few extra days at Jacob’s place.

had left early because of Kristian. This time, he wouldn’t let anyone

his car trunk, he was already fantasizing about cozy mornings and quiet nights

thought alone

the key in the ignition, he realized that

current mental state, he shouldn’t have had the energy to pack so thoroughly or move so quickly. If Jacob saw how prepared he

ls . com is where the

he dragged the suitcase back into his lab, settling on just bringing his car keys and phone before heading out. They were about the same height and build—if he ran out of clothes, he could

house, he

research had genuinely wounded him, leaving a hollow ache that he typically concealed beneath layers of composure.

hide their vulnerabilities from someone they admired, Lawrence chose to do the opposite. He wanted

he possibly reignite even the faintest spark of concern from Jacob. Only through vulnerability might he preserve that fragile thread

door, inhaled deeply,

and saw Lawrence standing there with eyes swimming in melancholy, he silently stepped