Brakes shrieked through the rain.
Knox staggered back two steps as his umbrella rolled into traffic, crushed into twisted metal
ley rain ran down his jaw into his shirt collar as that gray coat disappeared into the subway
Knox pushed past a person holding hot coffee, electronic screens exploding blue light in his pupils as the escalator carried countless blurred bet toward him.
Knox frantically looked left and right, the light in his eyes gradually dimming. Just as he was about to give up, a white glow suddenly appeared at the end of the escalator—a woman’s pale fingers resting on a black umbrella handle, her colorful bracelet sparkling brilliantly, instantly lighting up the darkness in Knox’s eyes.
“Excuse me!” A worker carrying cargo pushed past his shoulder as a woman with a child squeezed by him.
Knox fought through the crowd and finally saw Celia’s face clearly.
Light haloed her fallen hair, pale red lipstick covering her natural lip color, but those eyes remained bright as stars. The subway’s passing wind lifted her coat hem, and as the station announcement played, the woman stepped into the train.
Knox instinctively started to follow, but the next moment warning sounds announced the doors closing, sealing shut right in front of him.
The subway roared past, taking all his thoughts with it. Now he stood like a statue, motionless for a long time.
But Knox’s heart was like barren soil suddenly blooming with vibrant flowers.
His death–cold heart finally began beating again with vivid life.
Though he hadn’t caught up to Celia, his heart soared with excitement.
If he’d doubted Vivian’s words before coming abroad, now Knox had to accept their truth.
Celia was alive!
Celia was actually still alive!
She really hadn’t died!
Knox rushed out of the subway, jumped into his roadside car, and told the driver urgently.
“To the Montgomery house, quickly!“.
Meanwhile, on the subway, Celia’s face was pale, her hands gripping tightly.
She’d heard it–she’d just heard a very familiar voice.
That voice had appeared when she died in her previous life, when she had her accident this time, and many times when she’d faced danger.
But Celia didn’t want to hear Knox’s voice at this moment.
After all, everything between them was completely over, and she had no desire to see Knox again.
Celia didn’t know how Knox had learned she was alive, but his appearance was bad news for her,
With that thought, Celia quickly called her aunt at the old house.
“Aunt, Knox found me. He knows I’m alive.
Celia had only gone out to meet friends, but never expected to run into Knox.
If she’d known, she would have stayed obediently at the old estate.
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Two Rebirths Same Tragedy – Are We Cursed or Just Stupid
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– Ha brief word, made her aunt’s breathing catch, then he spoke orgain.
*Don’t worry. With me here, I won’t let Knox find you,”
Cella hummed in agreement and continued, “I won’t be coming back for the next few days. Please tell Dad, Mom, and Grandfather for
Since Celia was now exposed, she shouldn’t stay in France or Paris anymore.
Her aunt told her to be safe before hanging up.
After getting off the subway, Celia took a taxi straight to the airport.
“Hello, I’d like to buy a ticket to German.”
Soon Celia had her ticket and headed to the departure lounge.
Meanwhile, Knox rushed to the Montgomery house after getting out of his car.
The Montgomery family treated Knox’s visit with the same attitude as they had the previous visit from the Whitfield butler.
“Knox, even if you’re going to lie, make it somewhat believable. You claim Celia’s still alive and that you saw her personally at a Paris subway station–where’s your proof?”
Celia’s aunt sipped her tea, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Knox’s expression changed slightly, realizing he’d been too hasty to take photos. But fortunately, he had the picture Vivian had given him.
“Whether you believe it or not, Celia is alive. That’s a fact.”
Chapter 22
Chapter 22
