Chapter 93 - 92 Reunion
Olivia blinked in confusion. What the hell had just happened? She knew she saw something, but why can’t she remember it?
She placed her hand on the book again. And she saw the memories again. She tried to imprint every detail in her head, but as she removed her hand again, the memories evaporated from her head like smoke.
Olivia stood stupefied, lost for words. She began to pace around the stand, thinking how she could remember it. "What about if I say out what I see and record it?... hmm, that sounds like a good plan," she muttered to herself before bringing out her recorder.
She placed her hand on it again. She said what she saw out loud. Then she removed her hand and quickly replayed the recorder, but only to her dismay, the recorder was playing only a static noise.
Olivia tugged her hair in frustration. Why couldn’t she remember? And why can’t she record it? She groaned in desperation.
A thought came to her mind. ’I can go to Diana, right? She knows the truth.’ Olivia glanced at the book one last time before heading out of the secret room.
Olivia’s steps came to an abrupt halt. Her eyes widened with panic. In front of her, a man was standing with his back facing her. Her heart skittered in her chest. Had she been caught?
She swallowed hard, mustering the courage to walk past him. But as she got closer, his frame looked familiar. The man turned, and Olivia’s eyes sparkled with relief and pain. Her lips curved into a smile.
A step hastened towards him. "Luke," she buried herself in his arms. She was grateful that he was safe. He was one of the few people who showed kindness to her, who protected her.
"I’m so glad that you are okay now," she said, pulling out from his hug.
Luke smiled. He cleared his throat, trying to control his racing heartbeat. "Of course I am fine. I don’t die that easily," he said, his gruff voice vibrating through the air.