I looked at him with surprise, then realized this was probably his way of compensating for my unusual silence. “No need. There’s no point in such formalities.”
He was stunned, probably finding it hard to imagine I would refuse such a proposal.
“Are you angry because Seb took care of me, Rach?” Vivian emerged from her room with a face full of grievance and innocence.
She was wearing the dress I had bought explicitly for our wedding photos—something I saved up half a year for in my previous life but never dared to wear even once.
Seeing my gaze, Vivian frantically explained, “I saw this beautiful outfit by your bedside today and wanted to try it on. I forgot to change out of it.”
She lowered her head, wringing her fingers like a child who had done something wrong.
Sebastian instinctively began, “Rachel, don’t—”
I interrupted him calmly, “It looks good on you. Keep it. I’ve never worn it anyway.”
I still remembered the faint smell of blood and sweat on that dress, and how I ran home crying in the middle of the night. The memory disgusted me now.
Under their astonished gazes, I returned to my room and locked the door. I pulled out the folder containing my acceptance letter from Southport University.
In my previous life, I wanted to live in Southport, especially Southport University offered my dream major in finance and economics.
In my past life, I gave up my education to support Sebastian and willingly stayed home to care for his parents. This time, I still had a chance, so I wanted to live only for myself.
I flipped through the calendar. There were only ten more days until I could leave this place. Time was tight, but I had to use every minute I could spare.
A sudden knock interrupted my thoughts, and I opened the door impatiently.
Sebastian stood there holding a bowl of noodles, his tone gentle as he said, “You must be hungry. I made you some instant noodles.”
I was dazed for a moment. In my previous life, he was either cold as ice toward me or only spoke harshly.
