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.

the girl, and Ernest, the boy, with

"Brother, you smell nice..."

back of

pinch, Licia.

tired. Can we stop

...

I want

"Ha ha..."

stop laughing. I'm going to

can't marry him. You're already

he's a

with a

of Ernest and me, especially as

half-minute before trying to get up, only to realize something was off the moment my

This wasn't my room.

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

my clothes, I saw they

out, only to

even in sleep, he was neat and orderly,

impeccable it almost made me want to disturb

couch to my laptop, carefully picking

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