Chapter 3

“No need.”

I spoke coldly.

“I don't want the one on the floor, and I don't want anything you buy me in the future either.”

Then I strode out of the office.

But nineteen-year-old Luke suddenly rushed after me and grabbed my arm.

“Yvette, wait. Please.”

His eyes were red.

“Can we go back and get that watch? I gave it to you.”

His tone was tentative, as though he was afraid I'd be angry with him.

Looking at that handsome, familiar face, my heart softened despite myself.

“Okay.”

I looked at him.

“But this will count as your second chance. Are you sure you want to use it?”

Nineteen-year-old Luke nodded firmly without the slightest hesitation.

I reached up and ruffled his hair.

Then I turned around and headed back from the elevators.

I pushed open the office door again.

And what I saw sent nineteen-year-old Luke completely over the edge.

Megan had her arms around twenty-seven-year-old Luke, leaning close to his ear as she whispered something intimately.

The moment I walked in, they quickly pulled apart.

“Yvette, when did you become so rude?” Luke snapped. “Don't you know you're supposed to knock before entering someone else's office?”

I gave him a cool glance and walked straight toward them.

I bent down to pick up the watch.

But Megan quietly stepped on the strap.

I had no choice but to straighten again.

Megan lowered her gaze.

“Yvette, I was only trying to calm Luke down because he was so angry. Please don't misunderstand.”

The moment Megan put on that wounded act again, Luke immediately lost his temper.

“Yvette, look at yourself.”

His voice was full of disgust.

“Megan is always so thoughtful, and all you ever do is make things difficult for her. Apologize.”

I ignored him.

Keeping my eyes fixed on Megan, I forced down the anger rising inside me.

“Move your foot, please.”

Megan pretended not to hear.

“Yvette, I really didn't mean anything by it.”

Suddenly, Luke grabbed my chin.

“Apologize to Megan.”

I looked at his furious face.

Then I turned slightly toward nineteen-year-old Luke.

He stood frozen.

Tears streamed silently down his face.

The sight of him made my chest ache.

Just like that, the anger inside me disappeared.

I spoke softly.

“I'm sorry.”

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“Oh, Yvette, you don't have to do that. Really.”

Megan carefully stepped backward.

But I clearly caught the faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

I ignored whatever Luke said next.

I bent down and picked up the watch, now battered and damaged, then turned and left the office.

On the way out of Feltel Tower, nineteen-year-old Luke cried so hard he could barely speak.

He apologized to me again and again.

I gently patted his head.

“It's okay, Luke.”

“You didn't do anything wrong.”

I looked at his handsome face and asked softly,

“Do you know what tomorrow is?”

Luke stared at me blankly.

Then he glanced at the date on the car's display.

His face suddenly flushed.

Excitement lit up his eyes.

“It's the day I'm supposed to propose to you.”

He was right.

Six years ago, on our first wedding anniversary, Luke and I had made a promise.

No matter how much or how little money we had by then, six years later, on Valentine's Day, he would propose to me again.

At the beach.

“Good memory.”

I smiled at him.

“So will you come with me tomorrow?”

Nineteen-year-old Luke looked at me, his eyes shining like stars.

For a long moment, neither of us looked away.

Then, as though he'd finally made up his mind, he told me a secret.

“Yvette, do you know why I was able to see the future?”

I shook my head.

“The night I confessed to you, I made a wish on a shooting star.”

His voice was quiet.

“I wished to see my future.

“But after seeing it, I wouldn't remember any of it.”

He paused.

“Not until midnight tomorrow night.

“That's when I'll remember everything I saw.”