The Girl They Ignored Returned as the Woman Seven Men Would Die For novel Chapter 108

The outer corners of her eyes tilted up slightly, sketching out a languid arc.

Her double eyelids folded perfectly; when open, her eyes looked like half-blooming blossoms, and when closed, the delicate lines resembled a meticulously painted masterpiece.

With her eyelids half-lowered, her gaze was clear yet aloof, like a deep, mist-covered pool.

Even when she wasn't looking directly at anyone, a casual sweep of her eyes gave off the impression that she saw everything, yet cared about nothing.

That careless, weary vibe blended seamlessly with the natural seductiveness of her new eyes, creating a deeply conflicting, magnetic pull.

Even when smiling, her gaze remained cool, yet in her coldness, the corners of her eyes were incredibly captivating.

This mixture of icy aloofness, arrogance, and weariness perfectly neutralized her originally innocent features.

It made her entire face instantly unforgettable.

Looking at her bare face in the mirror, calling herself a stunning beauty was no exaggeration. A strange, subtle joy blossomed in Mika's chest.

Being an average girl was fine, but being a gorgeous one felt undeniably better.

Waking up every day just to look into a pair of eyes full of such intense story and allure—what else could she possibly stress about?

Pursuing beauty and becoming beautiful was an instinct practically carved into a woman's bones.

Watching herself transform bit by bit, a spark of amusement lit up Mika's seductive, languid gaze.

This game of twisting fate and rewriting her life... was getting more and more entertaining.

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Early the next morning.

Mika woke up at the crack of dawn, having promised Mrs. Remington that she would check on her grandson, Julian Jace, who lived alone.

Knowing she might have to clean his apartment, she dressed in a simple, fitted white T-shirt and her favorite pair of skinny jeans.

She tied her hair into a neat ponytail and, feeling a bit self-conscious about her drastically changed eyes, slipped on her usual thick black-rimmed glasses to downplay the effect.

A ray of golden morning light spilled over his pale, striking mixed-race features, turning his slightly curly brown hair a light chestnut.

His long eyelashes cast faint, bruised-looking shadows under his eyes.

Julian frowned, taking a moment to gather his bearings before casually tossing a tightly clutched bottle of sleeping pills onto the sofa.

He sluggishly wheeled himself toward the bathroom to wash up.

Unknowingly, he had fallen asleep by the window for yet another night.

Ever since his legs had given out on him, he had grown intensely resistant to moving around.

Especially at night. Dragging himself from his wheelchair to the bed all alone made him feel like a useless, pathetic burden.

So, every night, he would sit alone in the pitch-black living room, staring out at the breathtakingly unreal city lights, helplessly spiraling in his thoughts.

What was the point of living with zero dignity?