They Stole My Seven Years Chapter 08

They Stole My Seven Years Chapter 08

I closed my eyes and held him tighter.

“When did you recognize me?”

“At the lounge.”

I froze.

Adrian said, “At the lounge, you said you were Selena.”

“When I looked into your eyes, my heart jumped hard.”

“My soul told me you had come back.”

“But Selena, you have no idea how many times I was deceived in these 7 years.”

“Some even used strange items to break into my dreams and tell me she was the real Selena.”

“I was afraid you were fake.”

“I was even more afraid that you really were just another fake.”

“So I didn’t dare come close to you. I could only test you over and over.”

I asked softly, “Then when did you become sure?”

“The cookies?”

A hoarse low laugh sounded above my head.

“Yes.”

Adrian held me for a very long time.

It was as if he suddenly had endless things to say.

He told me about his 7 years, and he told me how he had scared away those Hosts.

In the end, his voice shook as he said, “Selena, you have no idea how much I love you.”

“You can’t leave me again.”

My eyes heated, and I buried my face in his mint-scented embrace.

I wanted to say that I knew.

The spectator feed had been spoiling everything all along.

I also wanted to tell him not to be afraid, because my mission should be nearly complete.

When the time came, I would get to make 1 wish.

But in the end, I said nothing.

I only rose on my toes and whispered beside his ear, “I know, Honey.”

Looking at photos from your own death scene was a very strange thing.

In the photos, I lay in the grass with my limbs twisted, blood all over the back of my head.

Adrian crouched beside me, looking like his whole soul had been emptied out.

Ever since I called him honey, he had seemed stuck.

I sighed, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed his cheek.

Then, without waiting for him to react, I placed the stack of files in front of him.

He turned his eyes away instantly, as if he had been burned.

Finally, he frowned and told me,

the photos in the file had been taken by the coroner after the London hit-and-run.

The person who hit me was a drunk street thug.

The police originally declared me dead at the scene.

But for some reason, a few minutes later, my pulse returned.

I frowned.

“The person who woke up was the first Host who came to do the mission, right?”

“Yeah.”

“She immediately filed for a leave of absence, then returned to New York and said she wanted to get back together with me.”

Adrian gave a cold laugh.

“I knew she wasn’t you the first time I saw her.”

“She was the Host who stayed the longest these past years.”

“She occupied your body for 3 full years.”

I frowned and glanced at the spectator feed in front of me, trying to find a clue.

Unfortunately, there was nothing.

After a few seconds of silence, I looked at Adrian carefully.

“I keep feeling like that hit-and-run wasn’t an accident.”

“I don’t remember the accident at all.”

And that so-called mission that suddenly appeared seemed, no matter how I looked at it, like it had killed me first to make room for a Host.

After that day, Adrian became completely on edge and refused to let me leave the house.

I rubbed my brow with a headache.

“Adrian, can you be reasonable?”

“These are only guesses.”

“I can’t stay inside the Blackwell estate forever.”

Adrian sat silently on the couch.

I was so angry I hit his shoulder twice and wanted to say something harsh.

But in the end, I couldn’t bear to.

Finally, I put on an aggrieved expression and looked at him.

“Adrian, if you love me, let me go out, okay?”

Unexpectedly, Adrian’s eyes turned red instantly.

I blinked in panic, but before I could speak, I heard him say,

“7 years ago, I loved you.”

“But you still broke up with me.”

“Then you died somewhere I couldn’t see you.”

“Selena, if that happens again, I can’t promise what I’ll do.”

“So try leaving me again.”