After hanging up, her chest heaved as a profound sense of exhaustion washed over her body.
Unsurprisingly, a fever hit that night, leaving her cheeks burning hot.
She rolled over, clutching her blanket, and coughed weakly into the fabric. Before long, the covers were soaked with her tears.
Forcing herself up, she grabbed an ibuprofen tablet from the nightstand and swallowed it dry.
The familiar dream swallowed her again—a dream bathed in the bright sunshine of their youth, intertwined with the damp struggles of growing up.
He had carried her on his back along that rugged mountain path, and hearing her muffled sobs from behind, he had reassured her, "It's going to be another two hours before it gets dark. What are you crying for? It's not like I'm going to dump you here."
She had always so desperately wanted to be the one who was firmly chosen.
But in the end, he was the one who dumped her.
The fever didn't break until seven the next morning.
When she arrived at work, her head was still pounding. She was called straight into the boss's office. She had known her boss since college; his family owned several auction houses.
Juniper had failed to get her diploma back then and wasted a year back in her hometown. When she finally returned to Capital City, she was hired at the auction house. She had worked part-time for him throughout college, and Caleb Xavier had always been decent to her.
Caleb was currently on a phone call.
Hanging up, he looked at Juniper. "We secured a major VIP client today. Pack up all the top-tier items we've got locked in the vault."
She nodded. As she climbed into the car, a hacking cough took hold of her.
"Not feeling well?"
"It's just a slight cold. Cough, cough."
Just as she was in the middle of a miserable coughing fit, the front door of the sprawling estate opened, and seeing the person standing there froze her in her tracks.
Lydia looked far too flawless, radiating effortless elegance.
Someone ushered them inside.
The grand, subtly luxurious foyer, the highly trained staff, and the immaculate hostess—it was a scene Juniper had only ever seen in her dreams.
But Lydia had possessed it all from the moment she was born.
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