Part 3The Blind Man's Eyes

After packing, I hurried to the entrance of our neighborhood to catch a cab.

But Julian was there, blocking my path.

It was the first time I had ever stood so close to him. I realized then how tall and perfectly sculpted he was. A beautiful vessel, but a rotten core.

“Rachel, you’re reborn too, aren’t you?”

I met his gaze, my head held high. “Yes. I remember every one of your cold glances, every lie you told me. And I remember the piercing pain of that knife.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Save your cheap apologies. I will never forgive you. Now get out of my way.”

Suddenly, his hand clamped around my arm like a vise. “You can’t leave.”

In the next second, two of his bodyguards dragged me into a car. I was taken to a lavish villa and surrounded by his men.

“Julian, what the hell are you doing? I’m not bothering you and Evelyn anymore. Why are you holding me captive?”

“Rachel, in our last life, I said I would compensate you. If she doesn’t choose me this time, I will marry you and ensure you live a life of ease.”

I snorted. “And if she does choose you?”

“Then I’ll give you a sum of money and let you go. For now, I need your help. Tell me everything she likes.”

He leaned in closer. “Tell me what she likes to eat. I’ve invited her for dinner. I’m going to cook for her myself.”

Though my heart was filled with hatred, seeing him so devoted to Evelyn still sent a pang of pain through me. I bit my lip, refusing to speak, but his grip tightened until I thought my bones would break.

“Expensive things,” I finally choked out. “The more expensive, the better.”

After he went into the kitchen, I scouted the villa, looking for any possible escape route.

Soon, the doorbell rang. Evelyn stood at the door in a pink dress, her face a picture of shy anticipation. Julian greeted her with a warm smile.

“Thank you,” she cooed, her voice artificially sweet, before noticing my presence.

“What are you doing here?”

Julian quickly explained. “She’s here to help me win you over. I figured your sister would know your preferences best.”

Though her eyes were filled with disdain, she forced a gentle smile. “Julian, you’re so thoughtful.”

When we sat down to eat, I didn’t hold back, digging into the air-freighted lobster and king crab. But Evelyn was busy tapping on her phone. Soon, it rang urgently.

“Mom? Calm down, what’s wrong?”

“What? I’ll be right there.”

After hanging up, she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me. “Rachel, Will needs another kidney transplant! Please, help him! You can’t just let him die!”

My mind went blank. After the last surgery, the doctor had said Will’s recovery was excellent and a relapse was highly unlikely.

“You’re a match, too. Why don’t you donate?”

But she acted as if she couldn’t hear me, banging her head on the floor. “Rachel, please, I’m begging you, save him!”

Julian, his heart aching for her, pulled her up from the floor and into his arms. He then turned to me, his eyes blazing with anger. “You’re so selfish!”

With that, he swept Evelyn out of the house, but not before ordering his guards to keep a close watch on me.