"Humph, I have already made a lunch appointment. Hurry up and go." Without saying another word, my mother, had two servants take me to wash up and get dressed.
I changed into my clothes reluctantly, put on delicate makeup, and got into a private car. I felt like I was being kidnapped throughout the whole process.
My heart had been heavy all the way.
At the entrance of the restaurant, my heart was pounding nonstop.
I didn't know how I would feel when I saw the person who killed me again.
I remembered a similar feeling here in my previous life-nervousness.
But these two kinds of nervousness were completely different.
In my previous life, I was nervous because I was looking forward to marrying Anton.
But in this life, it was filled with hatred and unwillingness.
I took a deep breath and walked into the restaurant.
I immediately saw Anton sitting by the window.
He was handsome, tall, and wearing a black suit. He still stood out in the crowd.
I felt a strange flutter in my heart. Could it be that even though I hate Anton, my 22-year-old body still held a longing for a lover?