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 boy, with me

"Brother, you smell nice..."

of your neck. Let me get it

Licia.

Can

...

brother. I want to marry

"Ha ha..."

stop laughing. I'm going to

can't marry him.

won't marry him; he's

a start, my

How could I have dreamt of Ernest and me, especially as children, no older

to get up, only to realize something

This wasn't my room.

quickly glanced at

at my clothes, I

sighed with relief and walked out, only to find Ernest

to his military background, even in sleep, he was neat and orderly, which made me

it almost made me want

didn't wake as I quietly moved from the couch to my

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