Chapter 1856

Juan traveled with Debra across countless cities, leaving his work laptop in the dust.

They crisscrossed half the northern hemisphere, snapping photos in bustling cities and racing down empty streets.

It was everything she had craved in her previous life and something he had never given her.

It felt real yet unreal. This version of Debra was still innocent, her eyes free of schemes or calculations. All she wanted was this. Latest content published on Find★Novel.net

He couldn't help but think back to their early married days in his previous life. On the phone, her voice had trembled with hope.

"It's our first day as newlyweds. Could you..."

"I'm busy. Talk to my secretary."

He'd used work as an excuse, crushing her hopes again and again until she stopped asking for anything and the light faded in her eyes.

"Where did you chuck my dress?"

Debra's voice yanked him back to reality. He blinked, pulling a red dress from the suitcase.

"This one?"

"Yeah. Why did you toss it?"

"You tossed it."

"Okay." She grabbed it and held it up to the mirror. "How does it look?"

The red dress was bold and vibrant, reminding him of one she'd worn at an auction.

"I don't know how to put on makeup. Otherwise, I'd look better."

"Lipsticks will do."

"Good call!" She stuck out her hand.

Juan took her to a nearby mall, stopping at the sight of a red lipstick.

"What's up?"

"Try this one."

The lipstick's shade was like winter plums. He picked it up, and a saleswoman came up. "Great choice, sir. It's our bestseller."

Juan had Debra sit while the saleswoman raved about the color. Debra realized he was about to apply it himself. She grabbed his hand.

"You know how to do this?"

"Nope."

"Then why are you doing it?"

"Just sit still."

For some reason, she listened, staying put.

He carefully traced her lips with the lipstick. They were close enough to catch each other's scent.

She studied him, feeling he wasn't so bad after all. In fact, he was kind of likable. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.

"You're good-looking," she said.

He almost dropped the lipstick, and she smirked, "No one's ever said that before?"

"Nope."

"I'm the first?"

"Yeah."

"Not even that girl you liked?"

He paused, and she pressed, "No?"

"No," he replied, finishing the lipstick. "This one is good."