Rebirth Snatching Back My Stolen Luck novel Chapter 38

Oh crap. I forgot to update my delivery address to the villa.

Hopefully everything fits into suitcases. If not, I might really need Dean to help arrange a moving company.

Good thing I hadn’t outright rejected his offer earlier.

Uncle Theo continued, “It’s all been placed in your bedroom–inside the walk–in closet. I didn’t let them unpack it. I figured you’d want to do that yourself.”

“Exactly how I like it,” I grinned. “I’d honestly have been upset if someone else had arranged them.”

“You’re the best,” I added with a thumbs up, letting go of his arm. “I’ll go check on my spoils then.”

Uncle Theo chuckled. “Alright, this old man won’t keep you waiting any longer.”

“Old?” I feigned a frown. “You’re at the prime of your youth.”

He laughed even harder. “If you say so, I’ll reluctantly believe it.”

I smiled at that before heading upstairs.

When Uncle Theo said “your bedroom,” I should’ve known he meant my real bedroom, and not the guest room I’d been staying in for the last few days.

For a moment, I considered asking the staff to move everything to the guest room… but that felt like too much hassle.

So, I sighed and walked toward my old room–the pink one.

Opening the door to the bedroom I’d lived in for the first twenty years of my life, I felt like a guest in a stranger’s home.

Everything part of the room couldn’t be more familiar to me… but the sense of belonging was gone.

Instead, I felt an instinctive rejection coming from my entire body.

I stood at the threshold, frowning as I scanned the room.

Once again, I had to admit: my mom had ruined the color pink for me. Just seeing it was enough to dampen my mood.

Still, the thought of unboxing my shopping haul gave me a renewed burst of energy.

So, I took a deep breath and stepped inside, heading straight for the walk–in closet.

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The space looked like a life–sized Barbie closet. The walls, cabinets, drawers, everything were draped in various shades of pink–irritating to the eyes.

But the sight of the boxes and bags in the middle of it all made it bearable.

They’d been arranged with care: some stacked on the plush ottoman in the center, others resting atop the wide glass- topped drawers that held my accessories.

I padded inside in home slippers and began unboxing the items on the drawers.

A silk scarf.

A bag.

Then a box of lipstick.

A particular color caught my eye so I thought of trying it on, but the lipstick tube slipped from my hand.

Clink.

It hit the glass top with a soft tap before rolling off the side and disappearing beneath a low built–in storage unit near the floor- an easy place to miss unless you got down on your knees.

I let out a resigned sigh and crouched down, sweeping my hand beneath the narrow gap.

But instead of the lipstick, my fingers brushed against something else.

Something thin, flat, and somewhat cool to the touch.

I froze, then slowly pulled it out.

It was a dusty tablet, with a stylus still clipped to the side.

It could only belong to me. I was sure of it.

No one else had access to this space. And even if they did, would they dare hide their things here?

More importantly, It felt like mine too.

Familiar. Cherished. Like an old friend.

But probably because of all the muddled memories from two lives, I couldn’t immediately place it.

Maybe I’d figure it out after turning it on, I thought.

With that, I pressed the power button. Then, for some reason, my heart started racing, my hands trembling.

The screen lit up, with the logo of the manufacturer flashing on the display.

Then–password.

Of course it was encrypted, I mused with a frown.

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