Cheryl waved a hand dismissively. “I’m bad luck for relationships. Anyone who gets close to me ends up miserable, so I have no intention of dating or getting married.”
“Really? You actually believe in that kind of thing?” Lindsay cocked an eyebrow.
“Everyone’s got their own fate—every step you take is already mapped out for you.”
Lindsay just smiled without replying. If she hadn’t lived through a second chance, maybe she’d believe everything Cheryl was saying. But if destiny was so fixed, how did she get to live her life twice? Unless even her second chance was orchestrated by someone behind the scenes.
“Yves is a really good guy, you know,” Cheryl said, drawing a finger across her throat in mock threat. “Don’t you dare hurt him, or you’ll have to answer to me.”
Lindsay lowered her spoon, cupped her face in her hands, and looked at Cheryl with a teasing smile. “You and Yves seem pretty close. So, do you know what really happened when he was attacked?”
Cheryl was silent for a moment, surprised by the question. Then she shot back, “Wait, you don’t know?”
“So, you do?”
“Of course! I was the first one there after it happened. Honestly, if it weren’t for me, Yves wouldn’t have survived.”
Lindsay’s eyes widened—Cheryl had actually saved Yves' life? But then, why did Yves always seem so cold toward her?
“Yves woke up, but his legs never fully recovered. I took him to see a doctor. The doctors said his injuries were a result of the attack, but honestly, I have no idea what exactly happened to him that night to leave him with such permanent damage. Yesterday, he saw a therapist, but I wasn’t in the office when he went in, so I don’t know what they talked about.”

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