Chapter 2

I slowly walked down the stairs, holding onto the railing. Lucas was standing at the bottom, holding a cup of milk tea.

"Remember your favorite caramel macchiato? I had someone buy it from the mall across the street."

He smiled as he handed me the milk tea, his other hand holding my favorite Japanese takeout.

I let him lead me to the Bentley parked at the entrance, my heart churning with indescribable emotions.

His palm was warm, but this temperature felt unfamiliar to me.

Among the many potential suitors, I chose Lucas not only because we grew up together.

More importantly, he wasn't as worldly and smooth as other rich kids.

He was always like an unrestrained youth, with light in his eyes and dreams in his heart.

"Emily, why are you so absent-minded today?"

He reached out to touch my forehead, his eyes full of concern.

"Lucas, tell me, will you always be this good to me?"

Holding back tears, I asked him this question seriously for the first time.

He was stunned for a moment, then showed an indulgent smile:

"Silly girl, for the past ten years, I've only had eyes for you. Don't you understand that yet?"

He pulled me into his arms and whispered in my ear:

"In my heart, you'll always be the most special person."

At this moment, I suddenly had a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps the 28-year-old Lucas didn't yet know he would change his heart, didn't yet know he would use an explosion to escape.

In this do-over, do we still have a chance to rewrite the ending?

As long as I don't take on the responsibilities he doesn't want, don't let him fake his death to save me.

I leaned on his shoulder, listening to him hum our song.

Before the party started, I was touching up my makeup in the rest room when my assistant rushed in panic-stricken:

"It's terrible! Mr. Carter is beating someone downstairs!"

When I reached the hall, the usually gentle and refined Lucas was gripping Ryan's neck, his eyes terrifyingly red.

"I'll fucking teach you to dare lay a hand on her again!"

He punched Ryan in the face, "If you dare touch her, I'll make you regret being born!"

Ryan was already beaten bloody, and the guests were all backing away in fear.

In the corner, a girl in a champagne-colored dress was curled up on the ground, sobbing.

I rushed forward to stop Lucas: "Calm down first. There are so many people watching. We can settle this privately."

When he calmed down a bit, I walked over to the girl and offered her a handkerchief.

"Are you alright? Do you want to go to the upstairs rest room?"

She looked up at me, her eyes misty with tears.

My heart suddenly tightened.

That face, that alluring tear mole, wasn't she the woman from Lucas's new family in my past life?