Chapter 94

My thoughts were a mess, total chaos. Suddenly reincarnated into a stranger's body, everything around me felt unfamiliar. There was a familiar scent on Steven, yet I couldn't place it. I don't know how long I had been struggling with insomnia before I finally drifted off into a deep sleep. When I woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day. "Mrs. Lincoln..." the nanny entered and set down lunch for me. "Where's Steve?" I asked. The nanny glanced outside. "He's been out since early morning." Rubbing my forehead, I walked over to the French windows. Steven wasn't running around. Instead, he was barefoot, sitting on the lawn, basking in the sun. I had to admit, he was too perfect, like a piece of art in nature, perfectly harmonized. He wiggled his feet lazily, then lifted his head to meet my gaze. Subconsciously, my chest tightened, and I took a step back, unsure why I felt the need to retreat. When I returned to the window, Steven was no longer in the yard. I wa