Can't leave any loophole

He loomed over her dangerously. He was 198 cm, while she was 176 cm in her new body. Not that she had been taller than this in her past life, but she had never felt such a strong aura from him before. No, he had always been her smiley yet thoughtful brother-in-law. But right now, she almost take a step back.

But what have the eyes not seen? And what has the body not felt?

She stared into his bone-cold eyes, just as he stared into hers. It was as if they were engaged in a staring contest, neither willing to back down. Time seemed to have stopped at that moment—until he finally spoke, a hint of suspicion in his tone.

"How can you be so sure that I'm not her boyfriend?" He tilted his head, looming even closer. "You seemed so certain that I couldn't help but be interested."

Gianna responded with a hint of mystery. "Why would I tell you how I know when you refuse to tell me who you are and why you're here? I mean... I've at least confirmed that you must be close to her since you even have her picture… and even slept with it under your pillow. But… who exactly are you?"

"You refuse to believe me." He shrugged as he opened the door and signaled for her to leave. "I realize it's redundant for me to explain my relationship with her, so I won't mention it again." He flashed a light smile. "But don't worry, I'm not a bad person. Everything that belongs to her just happens to belong to me."

And with that, he shut the door in her face again, leaving her thoroughly confused.

It honestly felt as if they weren't talking about her anymore. Why was he so cryptic?

Sighing to herself, she went ahead to clean her grandmother's room.

She was only done after 9 p.m., and to say the least, she felt exhausted.

Stretching her sore arms, Gianna exhaled deeply as she packed her things and glanced at the man who, at some point, had come to sit on the couch. His legs were crossed elegantly as he sipped his coffee while reading the book in his lap. He wore a focused expression and seemed to be genuinely enjoying whatever he was reading.

"I'm done."

He raised his head, glancing briefly at the room before looking back at her.

"What next?"

"My pay," Gianna requested confidently.

"How much?" Without glancing at her again, he returned his attention to the book.

Gianna immediately perked up, fighting to respond in a cool tone. "$200."

Without a word, he took out his wallet and handed her the money. The moment her fingers touched the cold bill, a smile immediately appeared on Gianna's lips, as refreshing as a breeze.

Happening to raise his head at that moment, Lucas saw the scene, and his obsidian eyes darkened slightly. Because the sight of her smile overlapped with that of the woman he couldn't get out of his head.

"Thank you. I will be back in three days." Gianna nodded slightly and immediately walked away to pack her things, though she couldn't stop the curl of her lips.

"Ann… why?" he whispered into nothing, his voice filled with pain as his face slowly turned pale.

Meanwhile, mentally calculating in her head, Gianna happily concluded that she had made a total of $290 so far. From the tips he had given her the day before to what she had earned from cleaning, it was a huge amount to her. It felt truly fulfilling!

Honestly, life is funny, isn't it?

The Brianne of three days ago would have spent $200,000 on a necklace without batting an eyelash, but here she was… so happy to have earned this much in two days.

After arriving at the store, she did a quick cleaning before sitting in front of the desktop with a firm expression. She couldn't leave any loopholes—she didn't dare!

She tapped open the Gmail app, then immediately signed in. This was the first time her habit of using the same password for most of her accounts had yielded something good.

She quickly typed in her personal email address from when she was still Brianne and then entered the familiar password. But instead of smiling at the name she had once used as a password, all she felt was hatred and sadness that made her chest feel tight.

He had promised to make her life a living hell, and indeed, he had. The six months before her death had been nothing but heartbreak and agony.

The words he had uttered in those six months had pushed her to commit suicide. She had never been that brave, but his distrust and betrayal had cut deeper than any wound.

It was one she don't think she would ever heal from.