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I wasn’t seriously injured.
The doctor said I could go home and rest.
Lucas refused to let me walk, insisting on
carrying me out.
Jason’s face was gloomy, and he finally
exploded.
He grabbed my arm tightly.
“Jess, didn’t you say you wanted to go
home?”
I pried his fingers open one by one, leaving
red marks on my skin.
“Yeah, I’m going back to my boyfriend’s
house, is that wrong, brother?”
“Jessica, don’t regret it.”
Jason laughed self–deprecatingly, practically
snarling.
Regret?
I only regretted not seeing through my own
L
heart sooner.
I only regretted being a fool in my past life,
being played by Jason.
Lucas carried me to the car and carefully
fastened my seatbelt.
He started the car, slammed the gas pedal,
and sped away.
Along the way, his palm held my fist, never
letting go.
When we got home, I felt uncomfortable and
wanted to take a shower.
Lucas thoughtfully prepared the bath water.
He took out an unopened bottle of essential
oil from the cabinet.
It was my favorite jasmine scent.
Then, Lucas opened the closet, selecting a
set of clothes with tags still on.
It was surprisingly my size.
I was a little puzzled.
Lucas scratched his head, his face rod to tha
ears.
“I thought it suited you when I was shopping,
so I bought it.”
“So many?”
I pointed behind him at the women’s clothing
that occupied most of the closet.
All new.
And all my favorite brands.
“Don’t get me wrong, I just, just…”
I winked at him, expecting the rest of his
sentence.
Lucas sighed, giving up on pretending.
“Is there anything wrong with buying clothes
for my girlfriend?”
Was this still the shy, sensitive Lucas who
would blush after speaking to me?
In my past life, until I died in the mental
hospital, I had little interaction with him.
It wasn’t until after my death that I barely
glimpsed Lucas‘ deep love for me.
