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The next morning, Heather woke to the sound of activity in the kitchen. Mitchell was back, bustling around with enthusiasm. As Heather stepped out of the bedroom, Mitchell glanced up and greeted her with a bright smile, his eyes crinkling with warmth. "Come try the banana oat cookies I just learned to make. They say it's great for soothing cramps during your period." Heather froze momentarily, her gaze lingering on the scene before her. Then, she slowly made her way to the dining table and sat down. Her eyes searched Mitchell's face, probing for answers.

The memory burning. “I wish you'd just died that day when you were ten. I wish they never revived you.” And then there was what Daniela had said when she agreed to go out with him. "Adrian, you passed my test. Now I believe you're really over that deaf girl. You and me. A date." Every single sentence felt like a needle piercing straight through his chest, and the pain was bone-deep. Adrian's vision went dark, and his mind suddenly jumped to that day at the mall.

He showed her his back and walked briskly, stuttering as he talked. “Th-then wh-wh-what book … shall we look for, my lady?” In her previous life, Sylvia requested for a fairytale, thinking that a children’s book would be easier to read. She also didn’t want to trouble the young master. But now that he was offering his help, wasn’t it only right to accept? After all, she did save his life, and there was no price for that. This time, Sylvia knew what she wanted to read about. It was something she picked up out of boredom and had greatly captured her interest even if she’d never be able to apply the theories she’d read.

She lowered her gaze and exhaled loudly. “Look, Olivia. You can’t trust a word that he says, you witnessed how vile and evil he could be at your grandfather’s funeral. He showed you his true colors and said so many mean times to you on that day without feeling remorseful.” Olivia’s gaze dropped, how could she forget that terrible day? That was the day she felt how lonely she truly was. “He deceived you and used you for his own selfish reasons, that’s not the kind of man an heiress like you deserve to spend your life with.” Jade added in a soft tone.

" Ethan froze mid-step, his body visibly trembling, before he rushed away. With that, the chaotic room went silent, leaving just me and my mother. I kept my head lowered, silently squatting to clean up the broken shards. My mother sighed deeply and softly called my name. "Claire, I've known everything for a long time now. "The day you came back, I had waited. I waited for you to kneel in front of your father's portrait and confess the truth to me. But you didn't. "Then that heartless man showed up to deceive me, and I waited for you to wake up and tell me yourself. But you didn't." She looked at me disappointedly. "Claire, are you truly planning to entrust yourself to someone like Ethan West

Layla's POV On the morning of the fourth day, I finally opened my eyes. Light streamed through the window, and I realized—I could feel everything. Every herb, every plant across the entire territory. The evening primrose on the eastern slope had just sprouted new shoots. The blood-clot flowers in the western valley were in full bloom. Even the wolf-spirit grass buried deep underground, not yet broken through the soil, trembled faintly at the edge of my awareness.

"Caitlyn! Caitlyn!" He shook my shoulders desperately and pulled me into his arms. "Caitlyn, talk to me! What do you want? Tell me, and I'll give you anything!" I remained silent, knowing that nothing could compete with Gina in Levi's heart. Whatever I said or did, one word from Gina would make him change everything. Levi grew more desperate as I continued ignoring him, his eyes reddening. "If I return your mother's ashes to you, will you look at me again?"

No matter how willing they were to feel each other, some invisible manacles were there, holding both of them apart. The sky was dark but still belonged to the morning, as it was an early hour striking 3 am on the time measuring tool. A deafening silence was filling the vacuum of that busy road, carrying no one else than those two bodies, which might be each other’s, but was no more than a stranger to it. No car could be seen passing by, as if the road has blocked itself to give time to these strangers crying their hearts out inside, but have nothing to utter outside, even if it is a sob. Though the illuminating lights were so bright, ready to compete with the sun, the world of these souls ca

Truth be told, I had not taken it seriously, thinking she was just trying to spare me from embarrassment. However, Sienna stopped in her tracks, her voice serious as she said, "Jim, I meant every word. "You've just come out of a rough marriage, so I get that you're cautious. However, I'll take it step by step, and win you over with my heart," she said with sincerity. It caught me off guard. I told Sienna I needed a little more time. Later, I got a message from Marvin. Charles was battling depression, which kept him from working normally, yet he could not stand the thought of Holly having any male assistants around her.

That was what made it worse. Because the part of it that had made the rest feel worth having had walked out with a suitcase. Elliot picked up his phone again and called Nora. It went straight to voicemail. He tried once more. Voicemail. He typed a message, deleted it, typed another. I'm sorry. Deleted. Please talk to me. Deleted. I'll do anything. Deleted. Every sentence sounded too small or too late. In the end, he wrote nothing. He set the phone down and looked at the folded note in Nora's handwriting.