No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Chapter 204

Chapter 204 The Unleashed Braxton Kaufmann

Ron’s face bore a gentle smile.

Jonas chuckled. “Izzy, you should learn from Frey. You two have been friends for so many years. Look at how sensible she is compared to you.”

Isabella fidgeted with her food, her eyes widening with surprise.

Without much thought, she blurted out, “Well, at least I didn’t give you a surprise grandchild.”

Freya and Isabella had known each other since childhood, and they understood her impulsive nature. Freya didn’t take offense.

However, Ron felt a bit exasperated with Isabella’s behavior. She was being comforted, and yet she was acting ungrateful.

Instantly, his expression turned stern.

Feeling Ron’s disapproval, Isabella quickly shut her mouth.

Freya spent the whole afternoon at the Parker Residence before returning.

As Isabella saw her off, she seemed a bit anxious. “Freya, why hasn’t Brax contacted me yet?”

Freya pondered, “He should be aware that I’m here. Just be patient and wait for his call.”

Isabella smiled. “Alright, but if he still doesn’t contact me tomorrow, I’ll go to the Kaufmann Group and drag him out.”

After bidding farewell to the Parkers, Freya felt significantly uplifted.

She had been weighed down by various concerns lately, with the most pressing one being the delicate situation between Braxton and Isabella.

But now that the matter was finally resolved.

Furthermore, Radley had assured that the contract with Wilson could be settled tomorrow.

Freya lovingly caressed her abdomen, her heart brimming with joy. “My baby, it won’t be long before Mommy can peacefully stay at home. I can’t wait for your arrival.”

As if in response to her words, the baby gave a gentle kick inside her belly, eliciting a joyous smile from Freya. Life had a way of getting better.

Meanwhile, at the Kaufmann Residence.

As Freya’s car pulled into the courtyard, Braxton caught sight of her vehicle. With a mix of emotions, he reached for his phone.

His fingers trembled slightly as he opened the contact list and lingered on the contact at the very top- Isabella Parker.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Braxton made the call.

On the other end, Isabella’s voice sounded fragile. “Hello?”

Braxton’s hand clenched into a tight fist, and his body tensed with anxiety. Despite navigating through countless challenges as the head of the Kaufmanns, he felt nervous at this moment.

“It’s me, Braxton,” he uttered with a hint of tremor in his voice.

The other end of the line remained silent for a while, and Isabella’s voice emerged, weak and tinged with sorrow. “Braxton, what do you want?”

Hearing Isabella’s feeble tone and thinking about how she had secluded herself at home for over half a month, he was struck by an abrupt surge of heartache.

“I want to see you,” he admitted.

Isabella responded with weariness, “For what?” Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

At that moment, Braxton came to a sudden realization. She didn’t want to see him. Is it true, as Frey suggested, that Izzy wants to break up with me?

A sense of despair and heartbreak surged through him, overwhelming every part of his body.

Braxton gripped his phone tighter, and after a brief moment of trembling, his resolute feature emerged.

Regardless of the circumstances, as long as he could find a cure, he would never allow Isabella to marry someone else.

On the other end, Isabella spoke again. “If there’s nothing else. I’ll hang up now. I have things to do

tomorrow.”

“What’s that?” he inquired.

“Freya came to see me today. We talked for a while, and I decided to let go. I can’t hang on to this forever.”

Isabella’s voice carried a softness, tinged with a sense of affirmation.

“I’m going to Vroria tomorrow to finalize the marriage arrangement with the Hollands.”

As soon as Freya arrived and entered the living room, she saw Sylvia busy wrapping dumplings while engaging in a lively conversation with two maids by her side.

Freya approached, asking curiously, “What filling are you using for the dumplings?”

Sylvia was about to answer when suddenly, a loud crash echoed from upstairs.

Freya and Sylvia looked up, and within seconds, they witnessed Braxton rushing down the staircase, clutching a coat and car keys in his hand.

As he passed by Freya, Braxton seemed anxious. “What did you tell Izzy today?”

Puzzled, Freya responded, “Nothing special. I just told her not to lock up herself all the time.”

Braxton had no time to delve into it further. He swiftly turned around and dashed outside.

In less than a minute, the courtyard resonated with the roaring engine sound as a sports car sped away from the Kaufmann Residence.

Sylvia was taken aback by Braxton’s unexpected actions, and before she could even answer Freya, she turned to her.

“What’s going on with your brother?”

Freya pondered for a moment, her lips curving into a soft smile. “Love.”

“Love? Isabella?” Sylvia inquired.

Freya chuckled, settling down beside Sylvia. “What do you think, Mom? Will you be happy if Isabella becomes a part of our family?”

Sylvia thought earnestly for a moment. “I’ll be very pleased. Izzy is like a daughter to me. She’s a simple and pleasant girl to be around.”

Freya’s smile grew wider.

Sylvia continued, “However, she can be naive at times, which might unintentionally offend others.”

Freya couldn’t help but laugh. “So, do you support Brax’s relationship with her?”

“Absolutely. Whoever Braxton chooses to love and marry is entirely up to him. He has been carrying the burden of the Kaufmann Group for so many years, and I never intend to force any business-related marriage upon him.”

Sylvia’s warm smile revealed her unwavering love for her son.

Touched by Sylvia’s words, Freya playfully planted a kiss on her cheek.

The two maids on the side exchanged knowing glances and shared a playful giggle.

Sylvia blushed slightly and teased, “Alright, go wash your hands and then come help with the dumplings.”

“You haven’t answered me on the filling yet.”

“It’s a mixture of fresh shrimp and other savory ingredients.”

Freya clapped her hands in excitement before dashing off to wash her hands.

Just as she dried her hands, her phone in her pocket chimed.

She retrieved her phone and noticed Isabella’s messages.

‘Freya, Braxton is coming!”

“He just called me, and I pretended that I was on my deathbed.

He’s teased me so many times. It’s about time I pay him back!

Freya chuckled, typing. ‘What did you do to him?’

Isabella replied promptly. I told him I’m heading to Vroria tomorrow to finalize the engagement with the Hollands.