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Chapter 13
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He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 14
âYour Honor, I need to find someone!â Though Lucas was frozen in place, unable to move, he seemed oblivious to the Kingâs imposing presence. Desperation poured from him as he shouted out his plea as if the force binding him didnât exist. For a long moment, the King of the Underworld remained silent. Then, with a weary sigh, he spoke. âShe has already dissipated. Proceed to your reincarnation.âThe words hit Lucas like a bolt of lightning. He froze, his mind unable to comprehend. âDissipated? What do you mean? Why would she dissipate?â He refused to leave, stubbornly rooted in place before the King. Though he was as insignificant as an insect in the presence of such overwhelming power, his determination kept him from retreating even an inch. The Kingâs cold, cutting voice echoed through the chamber. âShe made a deal with me. In exchange for spending seven days with you to make peace with her regrets, she offered her soul to be utterly destroyedâobliterated, never to reincarn
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 15
"Your Honor, I want to make a deal." After a long silence, Lucas finally spoke, his voice steady but filled with resolve. His words seemed to catch the King of the Underworld off guard. âA deal? What kind of deal?â There was a flicker of intrigue in the Kingâs gaze, as though entertained by Lucasâ boldness. Seeing that the King hadnât outright refused, Lucas felt a glimmer of hope. Perhaps this wasnât entirely impossible. His voice steadied as he laid out his proposal. âI want to trade all the time I have left in exchange for one last lifetime with her.â This was the only solution Lucas had come up with after witnessing Celiaâs bargain with the Kingâa desperate attempt to undo what had been done. But no sooner had the words left his mouth than the King burst into laughter, sharp and mocking. âShe gave up her soul, consigning herself to eternal nothingness, just to spend seven days with you. And you think your remaining time is enough to buy her back for a lifetime?â T
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 16
It was Sunday, and since Lucas attended a local university, Sundays were the rare days he could come home to visit his family. Born into poverty, his parents had worked themselves into ill health through years of hard labor. By the time Lucas reached high school, they were no longer able to work. His family had no savings, but Lucasâ dedication to his studies had earned him scholarships and financial aid that helped cover his education. It was that determination that allowed him to stay in school and eased some of his parentsâ worries. When it came time to choose a university, Lucas opted for the best one in the city, close enough to home so he could visit his parents regularly. Every week, he carved out time to be with them. Today, as he climbed down from the attic, the clock read 4 p.m. His parents were in the living room, hurriedly packing the fruit he had brought back into his bag, trying to return it to him. Hearing him come down, their hands moved even faster. Lucas s
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 17
She confessed. What surprised Lucas most in the dream wasnât the girlâs courage but the fleeting, undeniable spark in the manâs eyes when he heard her words. Yet, despite that, the manâs face hardened, and he coldly pushed her away. âIâm your uncle. I only see you as a child.â Hearing those words, Lucas couldnât help but scoff, a laugh laced with disdain escaping him. âLiar. Hypocrite,â he muttered under his breath in the dream. The jolting of the bus suddenly snapped Lucas awake. The vehicle had hit a patch of bumpy road, shaking him out of his slumber. He looked out the window groggily and realized, to his dismay, that he had missed his stop. Startled, he quickly pressed the buzzer, getting off at the next station. The distance between stops was considerable, and walking back would take some time. As he followed the edge of the road, his mind drifted back to the dream. Yet the details were elusive. The harder he tried to recall, the more it slipped through his fingers.
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 18
The teasing voice came from right beside him, but to Lucas, it felt distant, muffled, as though the world around him had faded. His focus was entirely on the girl in the crowd. It wasnât until his roommate clapped him hard on the back, snapping him out of his trance, that Lucas finally blinked back to reality. âAlright, thatâs enough,â his roommate said, exasperated. âThe opening speechâs about to start. If youâre that into her, find a way to meet her later. Standing here staring is pointless.â Dragged forward by his roommate, Lucas reluctantly tore his gaze away and resumed walking. âĶOn the other side of the field, Celia Goodwin felt a lingering gaze on her. She glanced around, scanning the crowd in the direction where she thought the attention was coming from, but all she saw was a sea of moving people. Confused, she frowned slightly, turning back toward her friend. âWhatâs up?â asked Sasha Lowe, noticing Celiaâs distracted expression. She glanced toward the podium, whe
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 19
The bowl tipped over, spilling most of its steaming contents in one direction and splashing the rest onto the passerby. Fortunately, Celia hadnât been burned, but the same couldnât be said for the unlucky student. âAh!â Lucas inhaled sharply, the scalding sensation on his chest making him wince. Hearing his pained reaction, Celiaâs heart leaped with worry. She hurriedly asked, âAre you okay?â Lucas took a moment, breathing deeply to steady himself before waving her concern away. âIâm fine. Donât worry about it. Iâm sorryâthis is my fault for walking into you. Let me get you another bowl of soup."His quick apology and offer to make amends caught Celia off guard. âHow could someone who just got burned be more concerned about replacing my breakfast?â she thought. âItâs okay,â she said, shaking her head with a slight smile. âI can get another bowl myself.â Celia glanced regretfully at the mess on the floor before pulling out a pack of tissues and handing him one. She pointe
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 20
After finally calming down the lively chatter in the dorm, Celia was just about to relax when her phone chimed with a new message notification. Glancing at the screen, she saw it was from Lucas. âSenior, Iâm really sorry for spilling your soup today. How about I make it up to you by treating you to a meal sometime?âBefore she could respond, Sashaâs head peeked over her shoulder, her eyes lighting up at the message on Celiaâs screen. âSee? I told you! Heâs even offering to take you out for a meal. And you know his familyâs not well-off. Itâs obvious he likes you!â Celia frowned slightly at the mention of Lucasâ financial situation. For some inexplicable reason, when she thought of him, her mind conjured an image of someone from a wealthy background. But Sashaâs comment brought her back to reality, and Celia suddenly remembered why Lucasâ name had sounded familiar. He wasnât just any freshmanâhe was last yearâs top science student in the region, making headlines for his acad
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 21
âDid you have something you wanted to tell me?â Celia asked, working hard to suppress the strange fluttering in her chest. She kept her tone as neutral as possible, but her eyes betrayed a hint of curiosity. Lucas, his face still flushed, grew even redder at her question. He fumbled for a moment before pulling out a small bag and handing it to her. âThis is for you,â he said, his voice noticeably softer. Seeing the gesture, Celia instinctively pushed the bag back toward him, shaking her head. âOh, no, I canât accept this.â But Lucas, as if anticipating her reaction, quickly pulled the item out of the bag. It was a white knitted scarf. The uneven stitches hinted that it was handmade, something Celia immediately picked up on. âI donât have much money right now,â Lucas admitted, holding the scarf out to her. âI canât give you anything expensive, but I made this myself. Itâs my first attempt, so itâs not perfect, but I hope you wonât mind.â His words, coupled with his blushin
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He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 24
Lucas eventually left. Not long after Celia finished handling her discharge paperwork, he received a notification that she had transferred the medical expenses back to him. He didnât want to accept it, but her next message left him without an excuse to refuse. âLucas, considering your financial situation, thereâs no need to push yourself too hard. I can easily cover my own medical bills. Iâd feel guilty if helping me meant you had to take on another part-time job.â Lucas lowered his head in embarrassment. Lately, the dreams heâd been having had grown more frequent, and his actions in real life were starting to mirror the person he saw in those dreams. But the man in his dreams was the heir to the Shaw Groupâa rising star in the business world who could build an empire from scratch even after severing ties with his powerful family. Lucas, on the other hand, was just a penniless student who hadnât even graduated yet. Back at his dorm, he collapsed onto his bed in frustration.
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 23
Celia didnât regret her choices. Even the words she spoke before her soul scattered remained true. Even though there was disappointment, she felt no regret. But there was one thing she hadnât said back thenâif fate offered her another chance, she didnât want to love Lucas again. That day, she truly believed she would fade into nothingness. Now that she had the chance to live again, she didnât want to get entangled with him anymore. This time, she wanted to live for herself. When Celia awoke from her deep sleep, it was already the afternoon of the next day. The sharp scent of disinfectant, the stark white ceiling, the dull ache from the needle in her hand, and the IV drip hanging by her side made her immediately realize where she was. She turned her head and saw Lucas keeping watch by her bedside. He was slumped forward, resting his head on the edge of the bed. His sleep seemed restless; she could faintly see the stubble on his jawline. It was clear he hadnât rested properl
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 22
Celia had a long vivid dream. The faces in the dream were blurred, yet she inexplicably knew who they were. It was them. In this dream, there was a man with the same first name but a different surname as Lucas. He wasnât a struggling college student but the heir to a vast corporate empire, the Shaw Group. This man had willingly given up his inheritance and chosen to leave his family behind, all to care for a frail, sickly girl who bore Celiaâs name. From the time she was eight until she turned eighteen, he doted on her and lavished her with the kind of affection that made her feel like the center of his world. But somewhere along the way, she began loving him not as a guardian but as a man. And for that, no one understood her, not even the once-doting Lucas. The moment she confessed her feelings, everything changed. He withdrew all the warmth and affection he once lavished on her. He started dating other women, parading them in front of her until he finally settled on one
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 21
âDid you have something you wanted to tell me?â Celia asked, working hard to suppress the strange fluttering in her chest. She kept her tone as neutral as possible, but her eyes betrayed a hint of curiosity. Lucas, his face still flushed, grew even redder at her question. He fumbled for a moment before pulling out a small bag and handing it to her. âThis is for you,â he said, his voice noticeably softer. Seeing the gesture, Celia instinctively pushed the bag back toward him, shaking her head. âOh, no, I canât accept this.â But Lucas, as if anticipating her reaction, quickly pulled the item out of the bag. It was a white knitted scarf. The uneven stitches hinted that it was handmade, something Celia immediately picked up on. âI donât have much money right now,â Lucas admitted, holding the scarf out to her. âI canât give you anything expensive, but I made this myself. Itâs my first attempt, so itâs not perfect, but I hope you wonât mind.â His words, coupled with his blushin
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 20
After finally calming down the lively chatter in the dorm, Celia was just about to relax when her phone chimed with a new message notification. Glancing at the screen, she saw it was from Lucas. âSenior, Iâm really sorry for spilling your soup today. How about I make it up to you by treating you to a meal sometime?âBefore she could respond, Sashaâs head peeked over her shoulder, her eyes lighting up at the message on Celiaâs screen. âSee? I told you! Heâs even offering to take you out for a meal. And you know his familyâs not well-off. Itâs obvious he likes you!â Celia frowned slightly at the mention of Lucasâ financial situation. For some inexplicable reason, when she thought of him, her mind conjured an image of someone from a wealthy background. But Sashaâs comment brought her back to reality, and Celia suddenly remembered why Lucasâ name had sounded familiar. He wasnât just any freshmanâhe was last yearâs top science student in the region, making headlines for his acad
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 19
The bowl tipped over, spilling most of its steaming contents in one direction and splashing the rest onto the passerby. Fortunately, Celia hadnât been burned, but the same couldnât be said for the unlucky student. âAh!â Lucas inhaled sharply, the scalding sensation on his chest making him wince. Hearing his pained reaction, Celiaâs heart leaped with worry. She hurriedly asked, âAre you okay?â Lucas took a moment, breathing deeply to steady himself before waving her concern away. âIâm fine. Donât worry about it. Iâm sorryâthis is my fault for walking into you. Let me get you another bowl of soup."His quick apology and offer to make amends caught Celia off guard. âHow could someone who just got burned be more concerned about replacing my breakfast?â she thought. âItâs okay,â she said, shaking her head with a slight smile. âI can get another bowl myself.â Celia glanced regretfully at the mess on the floor before pulling out a pack of tissues and handing him one. She pointe
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 18
The teasing voice came from right beside him, but to Lucas, it felt distant, muffled, as though the world around him had faded. His focus was entirely on the girl in the crowd. It wasnât until his roommate clapped him hard on the back, snapping him out of his trance, that Lucas finally blinked back to reality. âAlright, thatâs enough,â his roommate said, exasperated. âThe opening speechâs about to start. If youâre that into her, find a way to meet her later. Standing here staring is pointless.â Dragged forward by his roommate, Lucas reluctantly tore his gaze away and resumed walking. âĶOn the other side of the field, Celia Goodwin felt a lingering gaze on her. She glanced around, scanning the crowd in the direction where she thought the attention was coming from, but all she saw was a sea of moving people. Confused, she frowned slightly, turning back toward her friend. âWhatâs up?â asked Sasha Lowe, noticing Celiaâs distracted expression. She glanced toward the podium, whe
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 17
She confessed. What surprised Lucas most in the dream wasnât the girlâs courage but the fleeting, undeniable spark in the manâs eyes when he heard her words. Yet, despite that, the manâs face hardened, and he coldly pushed her away. âIâm your uncle. I only see you as a child.â Hearing those words, Lucas couldnât help but scoff, a laugh laced with disdain escaping him. âLiar. Hypocrite,â he muttered under his breath in the dream. The jolting of the bus suddenly snapped Lucas awake. The vehicle had hit a patch of bumpy road, shaking him out of his slumber. He looked out the window groggily and realized, to his dismay, that he had missed his stop. Startled, he quickly pressed the buzzer, getting off at the next station. The distance between stops was considerable, and walking back would take some time. As he followed the edge of the road, his mind drifted back to the dream. Yet the details were elusive. The harder he tried to recall, the more it slipped through his fingers.
He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go   Chapter 16
It was Sunday, and since Lucas attended a local university, Sundays were the rare days he could come home to visit his family. Born into poverty, his parents had worked themselves into ill health through years of hard labor. By the time Lucas reached high school, they were no longer able to work. His family had no savings, but Lucasâ dedication to his studies had earned him scholarships and financial aid that helped cover his education. It was that determination that allowed him to stay in school and eased some of his parentsâ worries. When it came time to choose a university, Lucas opted for the best one in the city, close enough to home so he could visit his parents regularly. Every week, he carved out time to be with them. Today, as he climbed down from the attic, the clock read 4 p.m. His parents were in the living room, hurriedly packing the fruit he had brought back into his bag, trying to return it to him. Hearing him come down, their hands moved even faster. Lucas s
