After being brought home by his bodyguards, everyone grew even more worried at his state.
His cousin couldn’t bear to watch and spoke up, “Dax, I know Elara’s death was sudden.’
“But calm down. You always said you didn’t love her, didn’t you? Now that she’s gone, doesn’t it make things easier for you and Seraphina…”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
The others echoed him.
“You said it yourself, to us, that you and she were just an arranged marriage, with no feelings at all. Why torment yourself like this for her?”
It wasn’t until much later that they heard him murmur.
“No feelings…”
How could there be no feelings? He and Elara…
Seraphina’s eyes instantly lit up at the words “no feelings.”
Right, he was just unaccustomed to the death of his nominal wife. He clearly loved her, Seraphina.
Thinking this, Seraphina quickly ran forward and hugged him from behind, her voice soft and
seductive.
“Dax, don’t be like this. Didn’t you say you didn’t love her? If she’s dead, she’s dead. We can finally be together openly, right? Seeing you like this breaks my heart…”
He spun around abruptly and slapped her hard across the face.
“Get out!”
Several of his friends quickly rushed forward to help the stunned Seraphina, questioning Dax on what madness possessed him.
But Dax, with bloodshot eyes, stared them down, forcing them back too.
How could he not love Elara?
Whether in the last life or this one, he loved her, loved her to his very core, loved her even if it meant his own destruction!
Yes, Dax had also been reborn.
