Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298 

Lucidly, I still had the paper crane in my hand, which I could offer in return as a gift. 

The artist took the crane with a glimmer of surprise in his eyes. He smiled warmly and said, “This crane is exquisite, I really like it. Thank you for your gift. I 

we can become friends” 

We exchanged contact Information, and the artist enthusiastically invited us to visit his studio. 

We saw even more of his work at his studio, each piece brimming with creativity and inspiration. It was as if every stroke and detail was infused with a piece 

soul 

common ground in our shared passion for art. 

We chatted for quite some time, finding comme 

By the time we left the gallery, night had fully settled over the city. 

The three of us walked back to the dorm, the cool air brushing against our faces. Little did I know that I had uninowingly fallen into a carefully crafted trap. It wasn’t until many years later that I would come to learn the truth–that the artist had intentionally drawn me in under someone e 

But back then, in those early days, his lindness gave me a sense of warmth and comfort in a foreign place. 

Back at my dorm, I sank into the soft bed, feeling a rare botment of peace. As through the quiet of my dreams. 

else’s instructions. 

drifted into sleep, the exhaustion of the day pulling me under, a familiar voice br 

“Eve, I’m so sorry. I never wanted to burt you I just didn’t realize how much damage I was causing.” 

It was Ethan’s voice. Over and over again, he apologized, standing by my side as though he had been there all along 

I shook my head, trying to pull away from him, terrified that even a glance in his direction would be enough to make me fall for him again. 

“But you let the one responsible for my grandmother’s death go tree, Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?” 

There was an unbridgeable chin between us, a gap I could never cross. I wanted nothing more than to free myself from the chains that bound me to him. 

it he had loved me even a little, maybe things wouldn’t have turned out like this. Maybe we wouldn’t be standing on opposite sides of this void. 

“If you don’t love me, stop wasting my time.” 

These were words I couldn’t bring myself to say in real life. It was only in dreams like this that I had the strength to be honest, 

“I’ll prove it to you,” he said suddenly, gripping my hand tightly. “I do love you” 

The intensity of his touch caught me off guard, leaving me frozen in place. 

It was the first time I had felt such raw emotion from him, as though he was pouring his entire heart into that single moment, trying to melt the walls I had built around myself, an 

I could feel the coldness of his touch spreading through me, as though the clull of his hand was real, pulling me wanted to break free, I couldn’t escape the grip of this dream. 

deeper into the nightmare. No matter how much 

Tears streamed down my face, and I became painfully aware that I was still conscious, trapped in the space between dream and reality. 

My eyes opened just a crack. Through the faintest slit, I saw his face.