They Stole My Seven Years Chapter 02

They Stole My Seven Years Chapter 02

Just then, a hand gripped my chin and lifted my face.

Adrian half-knelt on the floor, checking the marks on my neck.

I stared at the face before me, changed far too much, and my throat tightened for no reason.

7 years had passed.

He really had changed so much.

The gentleness that used to fill his eyes was gone, replaced by deep shadows.

The corners of his mouth tilted down slightly, and there was not a trace of expression on his face.

He was cold, hard, and dangerous, like a string stretched to its breaking point.

But somehow, I felt he had already been exhausted to the end.

I took a light breath and held that pale, thin hand.

“Adrian, I’m Selena.”

“I’m back.”

His hand froze.

Those black eyes stared at me without blinking.

My heart panicked under his stare, but I forced myself to speak.

“I’m really Selena Hart.”

The air went still.

After a long moment, I thought for a second and added, “Do you remember when I was 7, I slammed my head into your face and knocked out your tooth?”

“Later, because you were afraid my parents would scold me, you said you fell by yourself.”

Adrian did not react.

I took a disappointed breath and looked at him again.

“Then do you remember the day you confessed to me? We hugged each other and cried until we almost couldn’t breathe.”

“Later, because it was too embarrassing, we told everyone it was heatstroke.”

He still did not react.

A sob entered my breathing, and I was almost begging him.

“Adrian…”

He gave a cold laugh.

I snapped my head up and looked at Adrian, who had already stood.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at me as if he was watching a trick he had seen too many times.

His voice held no warmth at all.

“That’s it?”

“Aren’t you tired? Because I’m tired of watching it.”

My whole body stiffened.

The spectator feed in front of me scrolled rapidly.

“LMAO. Every Host tries to play the nostalgia card with original memories.”

“Is The System out of moves? It still dares to make Hosts use Selena’s memories?”

“It’s over. This one won’t last a week.”

I stared at the spectator feed and couldn’t speak.

But unlike the torture they had predicted, Adrian only calmly ordered Blackwell security to send me back to the estate.

The spectator feed exploded at once.

“No way. Does this one actually have a chance?”

“Impossible. The villain probably just has a new game in mind.”

I knelt on the floor, drained, staring at Adrian’s departing back for a long time.

He didn’t believe me.

And I didn’t seem to have any way to prove I was me.

That road seemed completely blocked.

I was kept at the Blackwell estate, fed well and housed comfortably.

There were just many rules.

No drinking.

No staying up late.

No doing anything that would harm my body.

Using my memory, I called a few old friends.

But every person on the other end avoided me.

It was as if I would bring trouble to their door.

In the end, I sat on the couch, holding my phone blankly, while the spectator feed mocked me.

“This body’s reputation outside is unstable. Who would dare get close?”

“Blame that one Host who suddenly lost it and ran to Blackwell Group saying she was going to take the villain down with her.”

“By the way, why isn’t this Host using items?”

Items?