Chapter 1351 Lingering Effects From The Drugs


    When Elizabeth received J''s phone call, she was buried in overtime work. Elizabeth sighed


    wearily when asked about Frank. "I''ve been swamped recently, working round the clock. I haven''t


    seen Frank often, let alone had much contact with him."


    Hearing this, J''s brow furrowed, her mind plunging into deep thought.


    Was she overthinking things? Could it be that the situation wasn''t as dire as she suspected?


    Recognizing J''s silence, Elizabeth quickly added, fearing that J might be worried, "Don''t


    stress. Mr. Wesley informed me that W Marks studio won''t serve any customers who''ve canceled


    orders with you. I''ve been putting in extra hours because W Marks studio is currently short-staffed


    as some designers have resigned."


    Jughed softly. "What are you imagining? I couldn''t care less if my former clients go to W


    Marks. I called you simply to ask if Frank has been particrly busy recently."


    Realizing something was amiss, Elizabeth was unsure why J was probing into Frank''s affairs.


    Nevertheless, she answered honestly, "Frank does appear to be rather busy ofte. I sent him a


    messagest night, but he was so upied that he didn''t reply until ten o''clock in the evening."


    J''s heart fluttered.


    It was precisely at ten o''clockst night when Brandon returned home.


    Was this merely a coincidence?


    Elizabeth, feeling uneasy due to the silence at the


    other end, asked, "What''s the matter, J? Is there something wrong with Frank?"


    Regaining herposure, J forced a smile and replied, "There''s nothing wrong with Frank. I


    was just asking out of curiosity. I won''t keep you any longer. I''ll hang up now."


    After ending the call, J sat motionless on the sofa, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.


    She was now fairly certain that Brandon''s recent coldness was rted to their previous medical


    examination.


    Was there something wrong with his health?


    A thought shed through her mind—Brandon had once been drugged by Charis and suffered


    temporary memory loss. There was no guarantee that such potent medication hadn''t left behind any


    side effects.


    Could it be that he was grappling with some lingering effects from the drugs, and chose not to


    disclose it to her?


    At this thought, J was caught in a mix of distress and irritation.


    She felt sympathy for Brandon, who seemed to be bearing this burden alone, and resentment at


    him for keeping such a significant matter hidden from her.


    J remained on the sofa, entangled in her thoughts, oblivious to Brandon''s emergence from the


    bathroom after his shower.


    "What''s up, honey?" Brandon queried, sitting next to J as he towel-dried his hair. "What''s on


    your mind?"


    Lifting her gaze to meet his, J stared at Brandon without blinking, not uttering a word.


    Despite feeling nervous, Brandon maintained an air of puzzlement. "Why are you staring at me like


    that? Did something happen?"


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    With a huff, J rose to her feet and began to towel-dry his hair.


    Despite her odd demeanor, Brandon couldn''t shake off a sense of unease. He attempted to grab the


    towel and dry his hair himself several times, but each attempt was swiftly thwarted by J.


    Finally, the disquieting silence became unbearable for Brandon. Rising to his feet, he took hold of


    J''s wrist and pleaded, "Honey, what''s the matter? Have I done something wrong? Just tell me,


    and I''ll rectify it, okay?"


    Looking into his eyes, J scoffed, "Do you really have no clue what you''ve done?"


    A rush of guilt surged through Brandon, turning his anxiety up a notch upon hearing J''s


    usatory tone.


    Had J figured something out?


    Even though he was internally panicking, Brandon managed to maintain an outward facade of calm.


    "I have no idea what you''re referring to," he responded.