Chapter 273

“Hahahaha!”

Cecilia continued to laugh. She had to take a long time to catch her breath again, before she finally told Stefan in a mocking tone, “It’s you, Stefan! I think you’re really funny!”

“I had assumed,” she added, “that the love between you and Renee Everheart was as strong and unbendable as steel! But surprisingly, you couldn’t even stand this minor test! Compared to your feelings for me back then, your feelings for her are simply different… Are you sure that you love her more than you love me?”

Stefan’s cold and chiseled face displayed even more displeasure.

“I never said I loved her,” he denied.

“I see!” Cecilia raised her brows and chirped, suddenly feeling a lot better. With a faint smile, she continued, “If you really did love her, you’d never even think about asking this question. But since you did ask, it proves that you don’t really love her that much at all, or perhaps… you just don’t understand her yet.”

“The truth is,” she added, “it doesn’t matter whether she pushed me or not. What’s important is whether you believe she would do such a thing.”

■ II Stefan fell silent. Cecilia’s words made him think and reflect on himself. He was so lost in his thoughts that he unconsciously clenched his long fingers.

“I thought I’d really lost,” said Cecilia meaningfully, “but it seems that I still have a chance of turning the tide in my favor.”

After making such a suggestive statement, she quickly lay down in her bed and closed her eyes.

“I’m exhausted now. I need some rest. I won’t give you the answer that you want. You’ll have to figure that out yourself.”

Seeing Cecilia’s resolution and determination, Stefan said nothing more and left the room. He did not get the answer that he had come to seek, though Cecilia had managed to bring some clarity into his mind.

Perhaps he did not really love Renee after all. Perhaps this feeling was just a momentary possessiveness.

If it was true love, then he would trust her unconditionally, right? How could he even doubt her?

‘Stefan Hunt,’ he thought to himself, ‘you really need to sort yourself out and control your emotions!’

The next day, Renee woke up after a fairly good sleep. Her emotions were completely unscathed by the fight with Stefan last night.

The man who once dictated her mood, who could make her gloomy or happy at the drop of a hat, who could make her lose a whole night’s sleep, now had no influence on her at all. Renee had to admit that this newfound freedom from her once-inescapable emotional vulnerability felt exhilarating!

“So you’re up, Miss Renee!”

Margaret came in and brought her a sumptuous breakfast. She then gently asked her, “How was your sleep last night?”

“I slept soundly!” Renee replied. “I even dreamt!”

She then went on to recount her dream with childlike enthusiasm, saying,” Last night, I dreamt that my two little babies turned into butterflies, one black and one white. They fluttered happily around me and even talked to me! I think they’re really excited to come out and see the world!”

That dream last night was so sweet that it left a distinct impression on her mind. She could not wait to finally meet them and welcome them into this world.

But Margaret suddenly turned downcast.

“Did you say you dreamt that they were butterflies?”

“Yeah. What’s wrong? Is it a bad sign?”

“Well, butterflies represent the souls of dead people, so if the babies were…”

Margaret paused and sighed, “But let’s not overthink it. Pah! It’s fine. We’ll just knock on wood, and the bad luck will go away!”

But Renee could not help but get a little concerned after hearing what Margaret said. She thought of how she had eaten the toadstool soup and even swam in the sea. Would those things affect the health of her babies?

“No, no. I can’t just brush this off. I won’t rest easy till I get a proper checkup at the hospital.