Rebirth Snatching Back My Stolen Luck novel Chapter 54

“If I tell you to come in, then come in. Don’t be wishy–washy.” I snorted. “And if you leave now, forget about ever getting an explanation from me.”

That did it.

He unbuckled his seat belt and got out.

Only then did I step toward the mansion, a faint smile curling my lips.

Now we’re talking.

Good boy.

LILITH

“So, do you believe me now?” I asked, sitting cross–legged on the bed while Dean lounged in the lone armchair be- side it.

We were in my current room–the guest room, not the exaggeratedly pink one.

He looked up from the tablet he’d been scrolling through, his tone faintly helpless. “Let me say this one more time–I wasn’t suspecting you. It’s called having reasonable doubt.”

I rolled my eyes. Smooth talker.

“Then why did you sound like you had no idea what you could do?” he pressed, making no effort to hide his confu- sion.

I’d already expected this question when I decided to show him the tablet.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t exactly tell him: Oh, someone stole my luck and as a side effect, that messed with my mem- ory. He’d probably have me booked for a psychiatric evaluation.

So I went with the plain, surface–level truth.

“I lost my memories about it. Lucky for me, when I found the tablet yesterday, I managed to recall everything,” I said with a casual shrug.

Concern came across his face.

He rose from the chair, came over, and sat beside me on the bed, placing the tablet between us.

“What happened? How did you lose your memories?” he asked, one question after the other. “Have you seen a doc- tor?”

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My fingers twitched as my whole body tensed at his closeness.

Too close.

“I guess you could say it was… trauma,” I managed to say, suppressing the urge to lean away.

Objectively speaking, it was indeed trauma–just a fantastical one and also, from another lifetime.

“Trauma?” His brows knit together.

I lowered my gaze and fiddled with my fingers. “I can’t really explain it…

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“It’s fine,” he said gently, his hand coming up to ruffle my hair. “You don’t have to force yourself if you can’t.”

Maybe it was the warmth of his palm or how soothing he sounded, but I found myself meeting his eyes and blurting out, “Why are you so nice to me?”

His hand stilled, then he leaned in slightly, his voice low and serious.

“Because I want to.”

Instantly, the air shifted–charged, ambiguous.

I wasn’t sure who moved first, but the space between our faces, between our lips, shrank…

Then came a loud knock that shattered the moment, with Uncle Theo’s voice coming right after.

“Miss, I brought you and your friend some desserts.”

Like waking from a dream, I pulled back, heat flooding my face.

What was I doing?

Had I already forgotten the decision I made in his car yesterday–to keep my distance?

Not to lead him on?

With that thought, I unfolded my legs and hopped off the bed like a startled bird.

“I’ll get the door,” I said quickly, heading over. I thought I heard a quiet chuckle behind me, but ignored it.

“Miss,” Uncle Theo said as soon as I opened the door, “why did you take so long?”

His gaze slid past me, obviously trying to peek inside.

Ever since I’d brought Dean in, he’d been eyeing him suspiciously–ready to chase him out at any moment. The fact that he personally brought desserts, somethin

well outside his duties, said a lot already.

“Let me bring them in-‘

”

“No need.” I intercepted, taking the tray from him. “I can manage.”

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“See you, Uncle Theo,” I said, closing the door firmly before he could protest.

Phew.

When I turned around, Dean was chuckling.

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