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CHAPTER XCl-92

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After the ball, it took several days for Leila to gather her thoughts and regain her composure. The words he had said to her were so shocking that every time she recalled them, it disturbed her so much that she found it difficult to think.

“…Is this really right?”

She wished what she had heard was just a dream. His selfish remarks, thinking only of himself, were the worst among all those who had hurt her. She was so furious that she trembled with humiliation, but there was still nothing she could do, leaving her feeling helpless.

“Why is it the same wherever I go?”

He had said he liked her because she was blind, but she hated it. She hated herself to the point of loathing. The hatred easily transferred from herself to others. Ultimately, she blamed her father for everything.

If her father had not had an affair. If he hadn’t, her mother and she might still be healthy.

If that had been the case, Leila would not be in this situation now. Even if she had never met him, or if she had fallen in love first and confessed only to be rejected, she would not have fallen into such despair if she had not lost her sight.

“My misfortune was his fortune…”

His words about being sick of people’s gazes echoed in her ears. Unlike those people, she couldn’t see him. He felt liberated by that.

“…What a cruel person.”

She tried to leave him. Somehow, she wanted to get away and end things on her own. But it was Lucas who made her hesitate. He confused her and made her feel a sense of security, causing a faint hope to rise without her realizing it.

Only now did she realize that she had been tamed by Lucas without even knowing it. That’s why she had shown him her innermost feelings without hesitation.

It felt like sinking into a sticky marsh. Her legs were already sinking, and now the mud was up to her neck. The marsh named Lucas was so comfortable that it masked the fact that it was no different from a prison.

His obsession, disguised as kindness, was swallowing her like an unrelenting marsh.

“Even if I had known, there wouldn’t have been much I could do.”

As he said, her life would have been lost long ago if it weren’t for him. It was indeed Lucas who had saved her. But that didn’t mean her life belonged to him.

“…No, I misunderstood.”

He was greatly mistaken. She had nothing to protect others with. But in the end, what she had been protecting all along was none other than her own life.

“This is mine. My only possession.”

What she had managed to keep safe without losing to anyone. So it was right for her to decide what to do with it.

“I never intended to give it up like this.”

There were countless things she was grateful to him for. Perhaps she had given him a bit of her heart from the moment they first slept together. But starting from having a relationship with him and allowing him her body was because it was hers.

What would truly happen if she gave this to him?

Instead of a peaceful ending, would she live an easy but unfree life as a soulless doll? Would she then have to live with the fear of being abandoned again at any time?