The Bound Between Us

Chapter 739

Herman made it clear he wanted to head out on his own, and Sandy picked up on his intentions right away.

"Alright, just make sure you're back for lunch," Sandy said with a warm smile. "Call me if you need anything. I know you haven't felt like yourself since you got sick, but don't worry. I'll help you rediscover our shared memories."

Every word she spoke was gentle and caring. She even took off her scarf and wrapped it around Herman's neck. "Even though spring's here, it rained last night, and it's still chilly. Don't catch a cold. Remember, you had that injury on your neck, so take care." Herman stood still, letting Sandy wrap the scarf around him. His deep eyes watched her, and the moment felt oddly familiar, stirring a sense of déjà vu.

Before his memory loss, when Herman headed to work, Anastasia would often fix his tie in the same caring way.

But now, Herman couldn't quite recall those moments. He just felt a comforting familiarity in Sandy's gesture.

It was the first time since the incident that he felt a connection, something familiar, with Sandy, which eased his inner turmoil a bit.

"Driving? Want the car keys?" Sandy offered, holding them out. "Take the car for a spin."

"No need, I'll just walk around the neighborhood," Herman replied, his hands tucked into his coat pockets, exuding an air of elegance and restraint, with the scarf adding a gentlemanly touch.

Sandy respected his wish to go out alone.

concern, "Miss Sandy, are you

had come to regard Herman as his own son, naturally calling him

Sandy instructed, her tone shifting from

him, "And if you

my son out of love. It has nothing

smiled, "Good, go

Nicholas to follow him. Even if Herman noticed, it would just seem like a

was worried

anything. Since bringing him back she had been careful not to

the living room of the villa, her mind restless and unable to

walked in, breaking

avoided mentioning Herman's name directly, wary of Herman overhearing

"He's out," Sandy replied.

him go alone?

in the villa and concealing his identity was a constant source of anxiety for Sean, who feared