Chapter 2
I sat up in bed.
I glanced at the time, it was midnight. I didn’t need to ask where he’d gone. His absence reeked of answers.
The night breeze slipped through the window, brushing away the feverish fog inside me.
My gaze fell on the bedside table, where the wedding invitation I’d spent half a month choosing lay.
I dialed my uncle’s number. “Uncle, I want to come stay with you, Grandpa, and
Grandma.”
His voice came through, rough with worry: “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
Out of habit, the line went quiet, followed by the faint “tap–tap” of him typing on his
phone.
“Nothing, I just miss you all.”
As I spoke, my voice cracked with tears.
Back then, my uncle was working overseas and had taken Grandpa and Grandma with
him.
When he learned about my parents‘ accident, he returned to the country immediately,
wanting to take me with him.
At first, I refused because I was struggling mentally, only willing to stay in the small house filled with my parents‘ presence.
Later, it was because I couldn’t bear to leave Dorian. Even though Grandpa and
Grandma repeatedly said they missed me, I never agreed to go.
“You’ve finally come around, thank goodness…”
My uncle was so excited he could barely form coherent sentences, but soon he sensed
something was off.
“Mireya, has your hearing returned?”
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“Yes, I can hear now.”
After a brief exchange, I hung up.
My uncle booked me a flight, coincidentally on the day of the wedding.
Looking at the dozen messages he sent, each word brimming with care, my nose burned
as tears threatened to rise.
For all these years, I’d stayed for someone like Dorian, refusing to reunite with my uncle’s family. I really was a fool. All those years wasted–clinging to someone who was never holding back.
It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that Dorian returned.
He slipped into bed, carrying the chill of the night and the overpowering scent of Omega perfume.
Since my parents‘ death, I’d felt deeply insecure.
Only in his arms could I sleep soundly.
But tonight, I dodged his habitually outstretched arm and, surprisingly, slept peacefully through the night.
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Chapter 2
I sat up in bed.
I glanced at the time, it was midnight. I didn’t need to ask where he’d gone. His absence reeked of answers.
The night breeze slipped through the window, brushing away the feverish fog inside me.
My gaze fell on the bedside table, where the wedding invitation I’d spent half a month choosing lay.
I dialed my uncle’s number. “Uncle, I want to come stay with you, Grandpa, and
Grandma.”
His voice came through, rough with worry: “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
Out of habit, the line went quiet, followed by the faint “tap–tap” of him typing on his
phone.
“Nothing, I just miss you all.”
As I spoke, my voice cracked with tears.
Back then, my uncle was working overseas and had taken Grandpa and Grandma with
him.
When he learned about my parents‘ accident, he returned to the country immediately,
wanting to take me with him.
At first, I refused because I was struggling mentally, only willing to stay in the small house filled with my parents‘ presence.
Later, it was because I couldn’t bear to leave Dorian. Even though Grandpa and
Grandma repeatedly said they missed me, I never agreed to go.
“You’ve finally come around, thank goodness…”
My uncle was so excited he could barely form coherent sentences, but soon he sensed
something was off.
“Mireya, has your hearing returned?”
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“Yes, I can hear now.”
After a brief exchange, I hung up.
My uncle booked me a flight, coincidentally on the day of the wedding.
Looking at the dozen messages he sent, each word brimming with care, my nose burned
as tears threatened to rise.
For all these years, I’d stayed for someone like Dorian, refusing to reunite with my uncle’s family. I really was a fool. All those years wasted–clinging to someone who was never holding back.
It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that Dorian returned.
He slipped into bed, carrying the chill of the night and the overpowering scent of Omega perfume.
Since my parents‘ death, I’d felt deeply insecure.
Only in his arms could I sleep soundly.
But tonight, I dodged his habitually outstretched arm and, surprisingly, slept peacefully through the night.
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