SECOND CHANCE WITH MY REBORN WIFE

Chapter 7

Ceelin

My friend was the only one I expected to save me. I just secretly prayed that she would come back from the comfort room quickly.

I was filled with hope when I heard the door open. But instead of Yves entering, I saw Phil's dark face.

He immediately kicked the man who was on top of me and furiously threw a relentless punch. If only the man hadn't lost consciousness, Phil wouldn't have stopped beating him.

I cried silently and leaned back in the chair with my arms crossed over my chest. Phil came closer to me and hugged me tightly. I cried even more because of the security I felt. I felt safe in his arms. Ironically, I felt safe in his arms when he was the person who killed me in my last life.

"It's okay. I'm here. You're safe now," I heard him whisper behind my ear before I lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness, I was already inside a room. I was about to get up when the door opened and Phil entered. He had a small bowl in his hand.

"Where am I?" I immediately asked him. I secretly cursed as my head suddenly hurt. I guess this is what they call a hangover. I don't want to feel like this anymore. I promised myself that I wouldn't get too drunk again.

"You're here at my house," Phil answered my question. He came over to the bed and sat next to me. "Drink this hangover soup to relieve your hangover."

Instead of drinking the hangover soup he was holding, I just stared at it. I've never experienced this kind of care from him. It's a pity that I need to be reborn just to experience his care.

"Thank you so much for saving me from that drunk man, Mr. Salvatore," I thanked him coldly. "I will go home now."

"Drink this hangover soup first," Phil stopped me as I was about to get out of bed. "And please, just call me by my name. I look like an elder when you call me that formally."

I took a deep breath before taking the hangover soup from his hand and gulping it down. I would look ungrateful if I refused his kindness. But I wouldn't call him by his first name. I didn't want him to think that we were getting closer because he saved me.

"Thanks for the soup, Mr. Salvatore." I got out of bed and searched for my bag. I saw it on the small bedside table. I hurriedly grabbed it before walking out of the room.

"Why are you avoiding me, Ceelin? Do I look like someone you can't trust? I just saved you last night, remember?" Phil's voice was irritated. I stopped leaving the room and turned to face him with a serious face.

"It's better for us to keep our distance far away from each other, Mr. Salvatore. If my parents find out that we're seeing each other even if it's unintentional, they might find a way to set us up for marriage once again."

The irritation on Phil's face became even more evident when he heard what I said. He quickly approached me and pushed me against the closed door. I closed my eyes tightly because I expected my head to hurt but that didn't happen. I opened my eyes and saw his hand on the back of my head. He protected my head with his hand. I wasn't used to his kind treatment so I quickly pushed him away from me.

"Is it really disgusting to marry me?" he asked in a voice that seemed offended.

I was slightly taken aback by what he said. Before, he was very disgusted by marrying me, while now he thinks that I was disgusted with just the thought of marrying him. What q big twist.

"You also don't like to marry me, right? You look down on me. Don't you remember it? You even hurt me because you thought that spending the night with you in that room was my idea," I reminded him.

"Okay, fine. I admit that was really the first thing I thought at that time. But I realized that I was wrong, so I apologized to you. We already cleared up the misunderstanding between us. Why are you still avoiding me like I was a carrier of a deadly plague?" Phil seemed frustrated. He didn't know why I was treating him like that.

"I'm not obligated to explain myself to you, Mr. Salvatore. Thank you again for saving me last night. I hope the next time we meet you'll pretend that you don't know me."

"Aren't you interested in knowing if that man accidentally entered the room where you are or someone deliberately took him in?"

I was about to continue walking out of the room but was stopped once again when I heard what he said. I frowned as I faced him again.

"What do you mean?" Did someone order that man to harm me?

"Watch this." Phil took out his cell phone and showed me the video taken from the bar's CCTV.

I saw in the video that when Yves left our private room, Lucy came and dragged a drunk man. She opened the door and pushed the man in. That man was the person who tried to ruin my innocence.

I clenched my fists tightly. Lucy is really evil. In my past life, she was evil too; her evilness has not changed in my current life. I need to teach her a lesson to tell her she can't just bully me anymore.

After I watched the video, Phil drove me home. I didn't refuse when he insisted on driving me home so I could get home faster.

"Thank you for sending me home, Mr. Salvatore," I said when we were in front of our house. I unbuckled my seatbelt and was about to open the door when Phil suddenly stopped my arm. I looked at his hand that was holding my arm before it flew to his face. "Is there anything you want to tell me, Mr. Salvatore?"

"Uhm," Phil said hesitantly. He cleared his throat before he spoke again. "Do you want to leave your house?"

"What?"

"I mean, I know your family doesn't treat you well. So if you want to leave—"

"Did you investigate my background?" I asked him annoyed.

"Yes. So I know everything about you," he answered without a hint of shame. "If you want to leave your house I want you to consider my offer."

"Offer? What kind of offer?" I asked. I'm a bit curious about his offer.

Phil's face suddenly turned serious and he swallowed slightly before speaking again. "Marry me and become my wife, Ceelin."