After Death, Love Unveiled
Chapter 48
Chapter 48
Lysander didn't directly answer Elara's question. Instead, he said, "I went home for a couple of days."
"I know," Elara replied with concern. "Are you unhappy at home? Did they bully you?"
Elara was quite curious about why he had been staying at his uncle's house. 'Could it be that his dad treats him badly?' she wondered.
Elara had heard that Lysander's mother had passed away fairly early, leaving him with a stepmother. Elara didn't have a stepmother, but many of her friends did.
Children from families with stepmothers often had a tough time. 'Is that why he always looks so lonely?' she thought.
Lysander shook his head. "No, my dad and stepmom treat me well. They are polite. He might yell at my brother, but he never yells at me. Just like you." His gaze settled on Elara's face.
Upon hearing this, Elara suddenly understood.
'He's not talking about his family. He's comparing how they treat him to how I treat him. He thinks I have a better relationship with Asher and the reason why I am not mad at him is that I see him as an outsider,' she wondered. Elara said to Lysander, "I'm not sure what your family thinks of you, but to me, you're very important."
Lysander looked at her. "Really?"
"Don't you believe me?" Elara pouted. "I was even thinking that after I graduate, I would marry you and then we could have a few kids together."
Lysander was taken aback by her mention of having kids, but he quickly realized she was joking.
"Stop joking around," Lysander said, somewhat awkwardly taking a sip of water.
Elara felt delighted. Teasing him was incredibly fun. "I'm serious. See? When I tell you the truth, you don't believe me."
Elara might not be able to explain why she was being so nice to him now, but the idea of being with him after graduation was genuinely on her mind.
Lysander replied, "I just don't want to see you cry because of someone else."
"That's because," Elara explained, "I feel like I'm being bullied. It's really frustrating."
Whenever she thought about things that happened before the time travel, Elara truly felt wronged. Only when she was with Lysander did she find a bit of comfort.
familiar expression on his face, making him feel a
grades improve, I won't be like what
she was willing to say those things to cheer him
up
made
heart, I've already chosen you. If you don't mind, I'll marry you,
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she nodded. Elaça glanced at the appetizer the server brought over, picked up her fork, and speared a
and my dad doesn't want me to be with you so early. So
Listening to Elara, Lysander felt as
long, Harold arrived. "Hello, Mr. Jarvis," the
in his forties, didn't
time no see." Although it had been a while since they last met, Elara recognized him immediately and greeted
with a nod, pulled out a chair, and was about to sit down when he noticed that Elara was
be next
just next door. Harold was
Harold looking at Lysander, Elara explained, "Uncle Harold, are you talking about Lysander? He's my friend, and we came over from Brookfield together. He's still tutoring me." "Are you saying you're with
Harold had heard that Elara was getting closer to Asher, so
replied, "I'm just listening to
to her dad? She must be joking,'
Lysander, and felt it inappropriate
began eating. Elara turned to Harold and said, "Uncle Harold, it's been a while since
here?" Harold responded. "You just want to hide away in
embarrassed, her skin prickling at his words. After she spent so
her throat. "My situation with Asher is in the past. Uncle
did it suddenly become the past? I thought you were sweet. Did you two
please stop," Elara urged. She was puzzled as to why he kept
About After Death, Love Unveiled - Chapter 48
After Death, Love Unveiled is the best current series of the author Novelxo. With the below Chapter 48 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 48 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com