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Tempting the Female CEO
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“No—”
The piercing, shrill voice cut through the air, drawing attention even amidst the bustling chaos of the airport.
How could this happen?
She didn’t want this; she had never wished for it, yet she had orchestrated this entire scene herself.
Why couldn’t she be at ease? Why couldn’t she confront her own feelings? She knew that if she just reached out, she could pull him back; if she called his name, he would come to her side. Why was it that she couldn’t extend her hand or call out?
Why did she have to watch the heartbreaking drama of separation unfold before her eyes?
How could such a clichéd, melodramatic plot be so cruelly cast upon her? She merely struggled to voice her feelings—did that warrant such treatment?
Though she had never spoken it aloud, it didn’t mean she didn’t love him. As long as he could live under the same sky as her, she would be content. Why did fate deny her even this small happiness?
As for the son she had never shown kindness to, it wasn’t that she didn’t love him; it was just that she felt guilty. She hadn’t been the one to guide him through this world, and so she was too ashamed to let him know who she truly was.
Give her a chance to start over; grant her a moment of redemption. Don’t let her live a life filled with regrets for things left undone… She didn’t want this life; she wanted her lover and son back!
“Give them back to me; I would give up everything…”
Really?
Lan Xin'en suddenly lifted her head from her palms, only to see the airport engulfed in flames, with the shrill wail of sirens and chaotic footsteps ringing in her ears.
There was no one standing beside her, yet why did she hear a voice so familiar?
Do you really want everything to start over?
"Who is it?" she murmured to herself.
Is she going crazy? Why is it that there is no one beside her, yet she hears someone calling her?
Perhaps going mad would be better, allowing her to forget everything; maybe then she would feel a little better...
Do you really want to forget everything, or do you want to start over?
Despair filled Lan Xin'en's almond-shaped eyes with tears as she stared blankly into the distance, feeling the hollow beat of her heart. Silent tears slid down her tear-streaked cheeks once more.
"If I could, I would want everything to start over. I want to change the ending..."
Because you wish that person were alive?
"Yes..."
Then do you love that person?
"It's just a pity I never got the chance to tell him..." This would be the greatest regret of her life.
Whether the owner of this voice is a god or a demon, or perhaps just a figment of her imagination, it doesn't matter. As long as she can return to the point where she could change the outcome, she would pay any price.
Then your wish shall be granted!
* * *
Then your wish shall be granted!
Lan Xin'en suddenly opened her eyes wide, staring in confusion at the familiar ceiling above her. Slowly, she turned her gaze around the room, taking in the well-known furnishings that surrounded her.
Sitting up a bit dazed, she couldn't help but look around, feeling as though something was slightly out of place.
What exactly was wrong? She couldn't quite figure it out at that moment, but she had a lingering sensation that someone had been speaking in her ear just moments ago. It felt as if she had experienced a very important dream.
An important dream?
She truly didn't understand why she would use such a strange descriptor, yet despite the oddness of it, it felt oddly fitting.
But what had she dreamed about?
She remembered it was significant...
Lan Xin'en sat on the edge of her bed, deep in thought, but realized she couldn't recall anything from the dream. It was typical for her to forget dreams as soon as she woke up. Now, asking her to retrieve those fleeting images felt too demanding, especially with no clues to guide her.
Beep beep beep...
Habitually, she pressed the alarm clock on her bedside table to check the time before getting up.
No matter what that dream was about, work was what mattered most to her. If she wanted to remember it, she'd have to wait until after her shift.
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