Rebirth Snatching Back My Stolen Luck novel Chapter 30

Perhaps seeing me look so happy, Dean’s lips curved up too.

“Congratulations on moving in–in advance,” he said with a soft smile.

“Thank you,” I replied quietly.

“You’re new here, so I imagine you’ll need a lot of help in the coming days. Feel free to reach out anytime.”

I hesitated, then nodded. He was right.

This was my first time moving out, and I had no clue what I was doing.

“Okay. Then I’ll take you up on that. I just hope you don’t think I’m bothering you when the time comes,” I joked.

Dean chuckled.

confident in yourself, Princess. There’s no way I’d find you bothersome.”

That look in his eyes–it was the

same one he had earlier in the kitchen, right before he tapped my nose.

If the desk between us didn’t exist, I had a feeling he’d do it again.

I frowned slightly. Speaking of which, je’d been calling me ‘Princess‘ far too often today.

And the annoying part?

I was starting to get used to it.

“Can you stop calling me that?” I asked, glancing at him.

“Why?” he blinked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You don’t like it?”

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When others called me that?

Yes, I didn’t like it. In fact, I hated it.

Because I knew they did so with mocking and unkind intentions.

But when he said it… there was affection in the teasing, so I couldn’t say I disliked it.

Still-

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Maybe it was just the cumulative effect of his flirting today, but whenever he called me that, my thoughts felt scram- bled.

“Anyway, just stop,” I muttered, unable to come up with a good reason.

We stared at each other in silence, neither of us backing down.

Eventually, he sighed in mock defeat. “Fine. I guess I’ll stick to calling you Lily… for now.”

“You don’t have any objection to that, do you?”

… No,” I said.

He wasn’t the only one who called me that, so it didn’t feel too strange.

With that, the name argument ended and the room fell into a comfortable silence.

But soon, Dean spoke again. “Didn’t you have something else to discuss? Something about the engagement, per- haps?”

Ah. I’d nearly forgotten.

“How did you know that’s what I wanted to talk about?” I asked.

“When you brought it up earlier, there was hesitation in your tone,” he said, straightening in his seat.

Just from that?

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His perception was scarily sharp.

“So, what is it?” he prompted.

“My engagement to Brandon… it’s been called off.”

I kept my eyes on his face, watching for any shift in expression.

But there was none. Instead, he smiled carefreely.

“Really? Congratulations. I guess that means we no longer have to keep up the fake engagement act.”

I caught a hint of relief in his voice, and for some reason, it rubbed me the wrong way.

It made it seems as if he’d been looking forward to the end of it all, despite being the one to suggest it in the first place.

Which… confused me.

What did I want him to feel, exactly?

I was suspicious that he harbored selfish intentions, but now that he seemed not to, I found that I wasn’t too happy about it either.

I couldn’t figure it out, so I shook the thought off and refocused.

“Not exactly,” I said. “They’re planning to replace him… and from the sound of it, they already have someone in mind.”

And you think that person is me?” Dean raised a brow and asked upon guessing my thoughts.

I nodded slowly.

He stared at me for a beat, then burst into laughter. “You’re overthinking it. I’m not a Scott.”

“So unless their heads have been kicked by a donkey, they’d never make me your official fiancé.”

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He leaned back. “The most I can do is buy you time. But beyond that… they’d never allow it.”

There was something final in his tone that made me pause.

And he noticed.

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“You want to know why I’m so certain?”

I nodded again.

“Because somewhere out there is a legally binding agreement–signed by my mom and that man–cutting off all my ties to the Scott family.”

“Their name, their wealth, even the so–called inheritance you think I’m after… none of it has anything to do with me.”

He said it with such calm detachment, displaying no sadness or unwillingness. But my chest couldn’t help but feel

blocked.

So that was why he never showed interest in the power struggles, and repeatedly assured me about it.

Because from the beginning… he was never part of them.

The story the we all knew about the Scotts‘ matters went like this: over thirty years ago, Mr. Scott broke up with his girlfriend to marry someone else at his family’s urging.

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But unbeknownst to him, the girlfriend was already pregnant at the time.

Fast forward to ten years ago, a thirteen–year–old boy came knocking on his door, desperate for help as his mother had fallen sick, and they couldn’t afford treatment.

Learning that her husband had another child outside their marriage, Mr. Scott’s wife couldn’t accept it and in anger, divorced him and took her teenage son abroad.

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