And then, when Juliet came to Riverton, the first time he saw her again, a single thought surfaced in his mind—he loved her.
He thought he was going crazy. How could he take a dream as reality?
But he couldn't control his feelings. It was as if the him in the dream was a different person, and the him in reality was gradually being replaced by that person, his heart filling with nothing but Juliet.
“I feel like… in my dreams, I did many things to hurt her. In the end, I even lost her forever…”
He took a sip of wine he’d found in Harrison’s cellar and leaned back in his chair, his gaze hazy and pained as he stared at the ceiling, clearly intoxicated.
Anastasia had been silent for a while.
A bad feeling had begun to creep into her heart the moment Marcus started talking about his strange, almost mystical dreams.
Now, hearing his final words, her heart clenched.
“How did you hurt her? And how did you lose her?”
Marcus rubbed his temples, trying to remember. “…I don’t recall. I only remember that it seems I killed her with my own hands.”
A storm raged inside Anastasia’s mind.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
Were Marcus's dreams really just dreams?
Suddenly, the rumors about Marcus from her past life came flooding back.
In her past life, Anastasia hadn't known Marcus well; she had only seen him once from a distance.


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