All Chapters of He Went to Hell for Me, But I Let Him Go: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lucas instinctively lifted his gaze to the wardrobe, now unbearably close, but found himself paralyzed with fear. The rapid, pounding rhythm of his heartbeat warned him that whatever was inside the wardrobe was something he couldn’t bear to face. His trembling hand reached out, but courage abandoned him at the last moment. Just then, Yvonne entered the room, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. She paused, taking in the scene before her. “Lucas, what’s wrong? I heard a noise and came to check,” she said, glancing around the room. The emptiness struck her immediately, and her thoughts began to race. The room was devoid of any personal belongings, and Celia was nowhere in sight. A suspicion crept into her mind. Had Celia finally come to her senses and left on her own? Lucas didn’t respond, his focus still fixed on the wardrobe. His silence drew Yvonne’s attention, and her gaze followed his to the sealed door. Without hesitation, she reached out and swung the wardr

Lucas opened the messaging app, not expecting to stumble upon evidence that would make his blood boil. It was a chat log between Yvonne and Celia, along with a private post that Yvonne had made nine days ago that only Celia could see. The words were sharp, cutting, and designed to provoke. Lucas’ grip on the phone tightened, his eyes blazing with anger. He had never asked Yvonne to do anything like this. He furiously took screenshots of everything and sent them to Yvonne, adding a single, damning question, "You said you only met her twice and had no other contact. Then what is this?"There was no immediate response—she was likely still on her flight. It was a long while before her reply came through, and when it did, it came in the form of a video. In the video, Yvonne opened the screenshots he had sent, but the images appeared blank. "There’s nothing here," she said, her voice laced with confusion. Lucas stared at the screen, stunned. Refusing to believe it, he resent t

"Your Honor, I want to make a deal." After a long silence, Lucas finally spoke, his voice steady but filled with resolve. His words seemed to catch the King of the Underworld off guard. “A deal? What kind of deal?” There was a flicker of intrigue in the King’s gaze, as though entertained by Lucas’ boldness. Seeing that the King hadn’t outright refused, Lucas felt a glimmer of hope. Perhaps this wasn’t entirely impossible. His voice steadied as he laid out his proposal. “I want to trade all the time I have left in exchange for one last lifetime with her.” This was the only solution Lucas had come up with after witnessing Celia’s bargain with the King—a desperate attempt to undo what had been done. But no sooner had the words left his mouth than the King burst into laughter, sharp and mocking. “She gave up her soul, consigning herself to eternal nothingness, just to spend seven days with you. And you think your remaining time is enough to buy her back for a lifetime?” T

She confessed. What surprised Lucas most in the dream wasn’t the girl’s courage but the fleeting, undeniable spark in the man’s eyes when he heard her words. Yet, despite that, the man’s face hardened, and he coldly pushed her away. “I’m your uncle. I only see you as a child.” Hearing those words, Lucas couldn’t help but scoff, a laugh laced with disdain escaping him. “Liar. Hypocrite,” he muttered under his breath in the dream. The jolting of the bus suddenly snapped Lucas awake. The vehicle had hit a patch of bumpy road, shaking him out of his slumber. He looked out the window groggily and realized, to his dismay, that he had missed his stop. Startled, he quickly pressed the buzzer, getting off at the next station. The distance between stops was considerable, and walking back would take some time. As he followed the edge of the road, his mind drifted back to the dream. Yet the details were elusive. The harder he tried to recall, the more it slipped through his fingers.

The bowl tipped over, spilling most of its steaming contents in one direction and splashing the rest onto the passerby. Fortunately, Celia hadn’t been burned, but the same couldn’t be said for the unlucky student. “Ah!” Lucas inhaled sharply, the scalding sensation on his chest making him wince. Hearing his pained reaction, Celia’s heart leaped with worry. She hurriedly asked, “Are you okay?” Lucas took a moment, breathing deeply to steady himself before waving her concern away. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry—this is my fault for walking into you. Let me get you another bowl of soup."His quick apology and offer to make amends caught Celia off guard. “How could someone who just got burned be more concerned about replacing my breakfast?” she thought. “It’s okay,” she said, shaking her head with a slight smile. “I can get another bowl myself.” Celia glanced regretfully at the mess on the floor before pulling out a pack of tissues and handing him one. She pointe