Chapter 6
Leo and Cheryl had already returned by the time I arrived.
Cheryl was sitting on my bed, while Leo knelt beside her, applying medication to her wound.
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When I walked in, both of them were instantly startled. The moment of surprise quickly passed, and they returned to their usual demeanor.
“Why are you dressed like that so early in the morning, Lyra? Did you spend the night alone outside?” Cheryl asked, glancing at Leo.
Leo was holding Cheryl’s leg as if it were a prized possession, even though her injury was just a flesh wound.
Suddenly, memories of my own experience flooded back–the time I had to undergo surgery shortly after our marriage due to a miscarriage, and how cold Leo had been during that period.
He had been either away on business or at work, while Vera had cared for me for an entire month.
I had even forgiven him then, believing that his absence was simply due to his work commitments.
But now, I realized it was nothing but an excuse? If Cheryl had been the one to miscarry, Leo would have rushed to her side, attending to her every need.
I might never have come to this realization if I hadn’t died once.
Cheryl noticed my distracted expression and began to boast, clearly pleased with herself.
“I’m so sorry for using your room, Lyra. I accidentally fell and hurt myself. I told Leo it’s just a flesh wound, but he insisted on helping me bandage it. We’ll be done soon.” Her voice dripped with feigned sweetness.
She immediately tried to rise but winced dramatically, clearly pretending that her injury was more painful than it
was.
Leo turned and shot me a sharp glare. “Why are you afraid of her? Sit back down before your wound starts to bleed again.”
Cheryl reluctantly sank back into the bed, casting me a look that seemed to convey she wasn’t sitting down willingly but rather at Leo’s insistence as if he were being caring.
I met her gaze calmly, smiling faintly.
