Chapter 7

After firing off the message, Lawrence chucked his phone to the side and leaned back, a smug grin playing on his face.

He could picture me reading his words, probably jumping for joy.

I would likely call in a heartbeat, her voice quivering with tears, begging to know where he was, desperate to see him.

Should he pick up my first call?

Perhaps he could play it cool, let her sweat a bit, and pick up the second call.

'She thinks she can get to me by playing the field, huh?' Lawrence thought.

He decided he would let me stew for a bit when I rang, just to teach me a lesson.

With that thought, Lawrence reached for his phone again.

Knowing me, the news of his memory returning would send me into a frenzy of tears.

He had picked up my favorite mini cakes, a sweet peace offering for when we met.

Lawrence had just finished his order and settled in to wait with the patience of a saint.

However, even after the cake had been delivered, there was still no peep from my end.

He frowned, a c