Chapter 63

The Montgomery family had their usual father-son disagreement, but Mila

remained oblivious to the drama as she slept.

Her sleep, however, was far from peaceful.

In the haze of a dream, she found herself transported back to her university days,

a time when both she and Lysander were brimming with youthful energy and hope.

Sunlight streamed through the stairwell windows, casting a warm glow over everything.

A young Lysander, dressed in casual athletic wear, stood bathed in that brilliant light, radiating an undeniable charm and confidence.

He leaned down, droplets of water from a recent splash glistening in his dark hair, and with an enigmatic gaze, he addressed the shy, startled girl standing below him on the steps.

That girl was a younger version of Mila.

"Do you like me? Just how much?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of youthful innocence, with a cool edge that nevertheless set Mila's heart aflame.

That moment, that feeling, defined her entire youth.

her younger self replied, and with that,

turn.

in a richly decorated

his eyes blazing

eerily synchronized with Lysander's deep timbre, delivered a

will never love

tumultuous dream

head throbbing slightly, her vision still blurred.

mind, still foggy with sleep, couldn't quite differentiate between dream and reality, and she spoke

confirming it to herself, she repeated, "I

how effortlessly the words came out, words that marked the end of her long-standing feelings for

was an inexplicable sense of

Mila was lost in these thoughts, the silhouette drew closer, becoming

of Lysander's body

warmth

voice

is my wife

on hers, fierce and unyielding, as if he meant to consume

dizzy from

and perspiring, her chest heaving

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