Rebirth Snatching Back My Stolen Luck novel Chapter 32

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He didn’t comfort me and honestly, I appreciated it.

I needed nobody’s comfort.

He nodded slowly. “So,” he asked, “have you figured out what you want to do next?”

What I want to do next?

Of course I had.

I was going to find my passion. My purpose. Discover what I’m good at.

It might take time.

But I believe I’ll get there.

Not just to prove them wrong.

Not just to earn the right to say no.

But more importantly, to make up for the regrets of my past life.

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pastlife.

I’d been given a second chance, and I wasn’t going to waste it on chasing revenge single–mindedly, or begging for love from people who never truly saw me.

That would be the real waste.

With that thought, I could no longer sit still.

“I’m leaving,” I said and stood up.

Dean didn’t look surprised. He didn’t ask questions.

He simply stood with me. “I’ll take you home.”

“I can manage,” I said.

“You didn’t drive here,” he said calmly, “so how do you plan to get to the gate?”

I froze.

That was true. The gate was far from here, so walking wasn’t an option.

“And even if you did make it to the gate,” he added, “you’d still have to order a taxi–and wait for it. Are you reall going to waste your time like that?”

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When he put it that way, I had no argument.

“… Thank you,” I whispered.

He smiled. “You’re always welcome, Lily.”

LILITH

The drive back home was spent in comfortable silence.

There’d never been a need to force conversation or make small talk between us. Not since the day we met.

Moreover, I had a feeling he was deliberately keeping quiet now. Giving me space because he knew my mind was elsewhere.

Which it was.

I was thinking: was there something I used to be passionate about?

Something I truly wanted to do but never got the chance?

Maybe the fusion of memories from two lives had blurred the lines too much, but I couldn’t quite recall anything with certainty.

Still… I vaguely remembered having an interest in architecture. Then later, fashion design.

But now, I wasn’t even sure if I genuinely liked those fields or if I was just curious about the work Marissa and my mother did.

A sigh escaped me.

Finding my passion wasn’t going to be easy.

“What are you sighing so heavily for? Do you know how many times it’s been already?” Dean finally spoke from the driver’s seat, breaking the silence.

“What are you sighing so heavily for? Do you know how many times it’s been already?” Dean finally spoke from the driver’s seat, breaking the silence.

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“Nothing, really,” I turned to him. just realizing that figuring out what I’m good at might be harder than I thought.”

To my surprise, he shook his head with a soft laugh.

“Is this supposed to be funny?” I asked, slightly offended.

“No,” he said, still smiling. “I just find it amusing how you sound like you’re already out of time, when you’re only

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“You’re at the prime of your youth and still have a long way to go. Plenty of time to explore and find your path in life.”

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Chapter 32

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Then he added with a sidelong glance, “So, Lily… don’t rush it. Be patient. Everything will eventually fall into place.”

And once again, he was right.

He seemed to have a talent for drilling straight into the core of my doubts and somehow offering calm in return.

Not that I’d admit it, of course. Letting it get to his head would be dangerous.

So I looked at him and said mockingly, “You talk like the old boomer you are.”

He wasn’t offended.

“So you prefer younger men then?”

My eyes snapped to him.

What exactly was he implying?

But after a beat, I decided not to let him get under my skin again. He’d done enough of that today already.

So I simply went along with the surface meaning of his question.

“Yes. The younger the better.”

I turned back to the window and added with a smirk. “Even more preferable if they’re handsome, sweet, and obedi- ent.”

He laughed. “You’re being quite specific. But too bad. Whether it’s your ex–fiancé, me–your fake fiancé–or the fu- ture one, I doubt any of them will check all your boxes.”

That earned him a glare.

“Having a mouth doesn’t mean you always have to use it, you know.”

In other words, kindly shut up.

Judging by the way he laughed out loud, he got the message loud and clear.

Just then, my bag vibrated, then rang out on my lap.

A phone call.

I took out my phone and frowned.

It was an unsaved number.

I wasn’t fond of answering unknown callers, especially since I hated talking to strangers.

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