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Chapter 297: Dream or Reality?

Penulis: Edward Pika
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“My love… what’s wrong?”

Livia stirred in her sleep, unease tugging at her heart. She felt Marcellus’s hand tighten unconsciously around her wrist—cold, stiff, trembling with some invisible strain. In the pale wash of moonlight, his face twisted into a faint grimace, yet his lips curved with an eerie trace of satisfaction, as though he were trapped in a dream that mingled both ecstasy and torment.

A chill ran through her veins. Fear struck her, sharp and cold. She reached out and shook him.

“Marcellus! Wake up!”

He jerked awake, his chest heaving, beads of sweat shining on his forehead. His eyes darted about before finally focusing on her face.

“It’s nothing,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice soft yet weary, wrapping his arms tightly around her trembling shoulders. “Just a nightmare… You don’t have to worry.”

His fingers threaded gently through her hair, smoothing it back from her damp brow. He pressed a kiss there, lingering, then trailed lower—along the bridge of her nose, her cheek
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  • Reborn as the Wife He Killed   Chapter 297: Dream or Reality?

    “My love… what’s wrong?”Livia stirred in her sleep, unease tugging at her heart. She felt Marcellus’s hand tighten unconsciously around her wrist—cold, stiff, trembling with some invisible strain. In the pale wash of moonlight, his face twisted into a faint grimace, yet his lips curved with an eerie trace of satisfaction, as though he were trapped in a dream that mingled both ecstasy and torment.A chill ran through her veins. Fear struck her, sharp and cold. She reached out and shook him.“Marcellus! Wake up!”He jerked awake, his chest heaving, beads of sweat shining on his forehead. His eyes darted about before finally focusing on her face.“It’s nothing,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice soft yet weary, wrapping his arms tightly around her trembling shoulders. “Just a nightmare… You don’t have to worry.”His fingers threaded gently through her hair, smoothing it back from her damp brow. He pressed a kiss there, lingering, then trailed lower—along the bridge of her nose, her cheek

  • Reborn as the Wife He Killed   Chapter 296: The First Glimpse of the Grail

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    “These fragments of memory… I truly hadn’t recalled them before. It feels as though something had sealed them away from me.” Marcellus’s voice was low, threaded with strain. His brows furrowed tightly, and his fingers tapped an unsteady rhythm against the table—as though the sound itself could pry open the locked chamber of his mind. “But lately, they’ve begun to resurface. Perhaps it is because we’ve gathered more shards… their resonance is stirring something within me. Or perhaps,” his gaze grew distant, heavy, “the Grail itself longs to be restored.”Alia watched him intently. The sharp irony that had colored her eyes moments ago slowly receded. Her vigilance remained, but deep down, she sensed that his words were not a fabrication. The Grail’s strangeness was something she knew too well. She merely inclined her head, faint and measured, withholding further scorn.The room fell into a thick, weighted silence. Candlelight trembled at the draft, stretching their shadows long and thin

  • Reborn as the Wife He Killed   Chapter 294: How Much More Have You Kept from Me?

    Before Marcellus could say anything further, Alia drew a slow breath, her expression tightening as though pressing down the ripples in her heart. Then, without preamble, she began recounting her conversation with Edgar.She omitted nothing—not a single detail. Even Edgar’s fleeting pauses between words, the barely audible shifts in his breathing, the flickers of light in his eyes at certain moments—Alia relayed them all with painstaking precision. Her tone mimicked his so vividly that, within the quiet of the room, it felt as though Edgar himself were standing there: cold, suspicious, yet tinged with that barely concealed thrill of anticipation.This near-ruthless reproduction was not only to ensure Marcellus understood; it was as though she was forcing herself to relive each moment, making sure no crack, no possible flaw, had been overlooked.Watching her furrowed brows and the way her gaze sharpened with deadly seriousness, Marcellus felt a faint ache in his chest. Just moments ago

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    Having sorted out her thoughts, Alia gently pushed open the hospital room door and stepped inside. The room was bathed in soft light; white curtains swayed lightly in the breeze drifting in from the window, bringing a faint chill with them. Marcellus sat on the edge of the bed, and upon seeing Livia standing there—her expression clear, her gaze firm—he couldn’t help squinting slightly, as if trying to confirm whether the person before him was still the same flighty girl he had known.“You seem… different. Has something happened?” His voice carried a trace of curiosity, tempered with cautious probing.Alia shook her head softly, her eyes catching the light in a way that seemed to carry a clarity that had replaced all former fog. She took a deep breath, as if releasing all the emotions she had suppressed within her chest at once. Her voice trembled faintly, yet every word was sincere and unwavering:“No… nothing happened. I’ve just figured some things out. Marcellus, I want to tell you

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