CHAPTER 0013

CELINE’s POV

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Uttering his name, I broke out in a cold sweat. The memory I had with him, especially our last conversation, still makes me break out in a cold sweat.

For goodness’ sake, I hope I am simply viewing it incorrectly. I hope I’m only hallucinating and not seeing Lance’s face. I never want to see him for as long as I live.

He smiled at me, a sweet smile. Like the smile that emerged when I signed the divorce papers.

“The food is delicious. Now I know why my wife’s cooking tastes so good because this recipe came from her.”

What is Lance saying? That I copied his wife–Freya’s recipe?

Lance calmly dropped his cutlery, followed by looking at me.

Lance looks at me and it causes my hands to get sweaty from nervousness.

What did Lance do here? Why is he here? What does he need from me? Did he end up here by chance? Many more questions entered my mind, but all of them vanished with one word he called to me.

“Wife.”

It seems that this time he is the one who is hallucinating.