Page 91 of Battle with a Billionaire

“If you say so,” she answered as Worthington entered the space with a tray.

“Enjoy your breakfast,” Grant said with a squeeze of her shoulder. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.”

“Thanks.”

She followed the butler up the stairs and settled into an armchair as he handed her the tray.

“If you need anything else, Mrs. Harrington, do not hesitate to call me.”

She thanked him with a smile and a nod before she dug into her breakfast. She tried to search her memory for any recollection of her life here. Her eyes slid to the phone and reached for it.

A message from Kyle waited on her notifications. How are you feeling today?

She stared at it for a minute. He was her only connection to any memories. She couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. It seemed she had a fairly easy relationship with Grant, but she really had no idea.

She typed a response to him. Better. Still no memory.

His response came in seconds. Sorry, Julia. I know that’s frustrating. If you need to talk, I’m here.

She tightened her fingers on the phone. If she remembered him, maybe he could trigger more memories. She typed an answer. I’d really like to talk.

She received his answer quickly. Absolutely. Are you allowed to leave the house today or not?

The message brought a frown to her face. The animosity between father and son knew no bounds.

Another message popped on her screen as she considered it. Sorry. His behavior isn’t your fault. I’ll come to you.

She breathed a sigh of relief at not having to make that decision. Thanks.

By the time she’d finished her breakfast, Worthington knocked at her door, announcing Kyle’s arrival. The butler relieved her of her tray as Kyle eased into the armchair next to her.

He reached for her hand. “Hey, Julia, how are you?”

“Confused and frustrated.”

“I’m sure. But I’m glad you wanted to talk.”

She offered him a slight smile, uncertain he’d want to talk after she broached the awkward subject of their kiss. But with that being her only memory, she had nothing else to work off of.

“I need more information about my memory.”

“Our kiss.”

“Yes.” Grant had limited information about what had led to it. Maybe with more, she could piece it together or remember more of it.

“Sure,” he said with a slight smile. “Now that Grant has revealed the real reason behind your marriage–”

“Actually, you did that,” she said.

“Guilty. He was dragging it out because he can’t seem to ever admit what he is.”

She crinkled her brow at the statement. He seemed nice enough to her. He’d sat with her until she’d fallen asleep last night. But perhaps she didn’t really know him.

“Anyway, now that he’s told you your relationship is just a contract, you can see why I told you it was nothing to be upset over.”

“But…”

“Julia, he doesn’t love you. I do. It’s that simple.”

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