Chapter 23
Celia didn’t 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 hadn’t said back then–if fate offered her another chance, she didn’t 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 didn’t 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 hadn’t rested properly all night.
In the past, her heart might have ached for him, or perhaps she would have felt a flutter of affection. But at this moment, as she
looked at him, her feelings were a complicated tangle.
The King of the Underworld had shared a revelation during their encounter. Long ago, Lucas made a desperate deal, trading all
his future time and wealth for one last lifetime together. The price was steep–not only did he give up everything, but both their
memories were meant to be completely erased.
