Chapter 700 You’re One of My People

Her words transported Dexter to the night the rain poured down endlessly.

He closed his eyes, and the image of Liana reaching out her hands to him in the rain was as clear as day in his mind. Her presence had been like a beacon of hope in his life.

But she stood before him with a new identity after so many years, and he failed to recognize her. He even sent her away and made her life miserable.

“Leanne,” he finally uttered.

Heather’s ears perked up.

“Wouldn’t you like to have a life of comfort and stability, staying with the Olsen family and marrying a kind and proper gentleman?” He looked into her dark, beady eyes and asked sincerely.

Heather’s eyes were like two pools of darkness, filled with sadness and regret. “I must have really missed out on you,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Even the slightest spark of hope can ignite a fire in the heart. Heather had never dared to dream of being with Dexter, knowing that they were from different worlds. But as they talked about the past, she couldn’t help but feel a chill run down her spine.

Dexter didn’t respond.

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the school, and you promised Grandpa that you would take care of me. But everything has changed in the ten years we’ve been

Dexter the memories he had long kept hidden. It was as if the Liana he knew had never gone

a cigarette and held it

as soulmates is

he could feel the heat radiating from them. He tapped the cigarette against the ashtray, knocking the ashes

I’m really sorry for the things I did. I’ll make it up to you from now on,” he

I want,

the topic. “What

eyes were locked on each other for a long time, the silence hanging heavy in the air. Heather didn’t say a word in

looked at the door. The contrast between the lively scene outside and the suffocating tension in the room was jarring. “Find a good man,” he said finally, his

do you consider to be a good

career, and the financial means to support a family. He will treat you with

not good enough for a man

you lacking? You’re one of my people. You could be Natasha Rostova if you

Heather replied. “I think I’m more like Sonya, who is treated poorly by

Dexter’s eyes clouded over,

the lines on his

on Earth to humiliate her. His plan didn’t work out as he had

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