Chapter 83



When Ernest stepped out onto the porch, he caught me snoozing in front of my laptop, the dim glow of the lamp casting a soft light on my face. His

gaze, tender and fixed, rested on me.

I could sense his presence, yet couldn't muster the energy to wake.

After what felt like an eternity, I heard his gentle voice, "Licia..."

Licia?! Was he calling me?

Yes, he was.

Before I became part of the Wagner family, I was called Licia. But it had been ages since anyone called me that.

"Brother, I'm Licia..."

A vision of a little girl with her hair tied in two buns and a cherubic face sweetly calling out to a boy appeared before my eyes.

The boy was aloof, a man of few words.

and Ernest, the

"Brother, you smell nice..."

back of your

Licia.

I'm tired. Can we stop

...

I love brother. I want

"Ha ha..."

laughing. I'm going to

marry him.

he's a jerk, a total

a

have dreamt of Ernest and me,

zoned out for a half-minute before trying to get up, only to realize something was off

This wasn't my room.

back to last night, and I quickly glanced at the bed where

down at my clothes, I saw they

out, only to find Ernest asleep on the

was neat and

his precision was so impeccable it almost made me want to disturb

couch to my laptop, carefully picking it

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