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It was the book in his hands. My book. "Reflected in You" by Sylvia Dayn. The one with the embarrassingly passionate couple on the cover, all heated glances and barely contained desire. The one Olivia had waved around like a victory flag in the hallway earlier today after finding where u had hidden it in my room. "I can explain that,” I said immediately as heat rushed to my cheeks. "Can you?" He pushed off the doorframe and stepped into my room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The space suddenly felt smaller with him in it, like the walls had moved closer together. "Because I'm pretty sure I already know what it is."

Cecar Angel was curious. "In library." "Show me." Suddenly Angel immediately grabbed Bella's hand and took them to the library. "What actually happened, Angel?" Bella asked quietly when they were in the library. "I'm just curious," answered Angel. "Are you sure-" "Just show me the book, Bell," interrupted Angel with a sharp look. "There." Bella invited Angel to go to the deepest corner of the library, among the bookcases which held ancient books that were rarely of interest to other students. Bella grabbed the book in the deepest corner among the other books, then gave it to Angel. "I found it accidentally when I got a history assignment at that time."

"Serena saved my life as a kid. Don't say that stuff around her." A faint click—plastic against plastic. My hearing aid. "Got it. We know the deal." "Throwing away your life to repay a debt? You're too noble, Adrian." More laughter followed, and I bit down hard on the inside of my lip. "Serena's fragile," Daniela said. "Not like me. She can't handle you guys. Don't push her too hard." "Adrian," she said, her tone turning serious, "you passed my test. Now I believe you're really over that deaf girl. So... tomorrow night, you and me. A date."

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.

His eyes were dark, focused, reflecting the gravity of the situation. Sylvia hesitated for a moment, her gaze distant as if sifting through memories she’d rather not recall. When she finally spoke, her voice was somber, tinged with a hint of regret. “The Book of Enchantments,” she revealed, the words hanging heavy in the air. “Mia stole it.”

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" 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?"