Biological Sister?
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Lyra recalled how Alex's eyes showed pain and sorrow as he stared at her.
She was totally confused. There might be a misunderstanding or perhaps a mistake.
He said that they escaped from the lab and that she died while escaping.
Alex also asserted about his biological parents giving his real name while they had to pretend as siblings, not to mention having a daughter that she can't remember.
If Alex and her situation are still connected with the lab, added with her different appearance, could it be that this was not her own real body?
Worse, what if this body belonged to Alex's real or biological sister? Which would explain why all her clothes fit perfectly because he naturally knew his sister's size.
Or maybe Alex was forced into this game and had to pretend as her brother even though he knew she's no longer his biological sister.
Then, Lyra could not ignore the possibility that the laboratory could have successfully studied transferring consciousness from one person to another, and Alex's sister might be part of those experiments.
So, instead of dying caused by escaping, Alex's sister must have died due to Lyra's consciousness being transferred to his little sister's body.
While the body was indeed alive, there was another person living on behalf of his sister and the daughter he mentioned must be his niece he was trying to protect. What a tragic fate.
So what exactly is the truth? Lyra had no idea at all. All these conjectures had her wallowing in confusion.
She didn't know whether she should feel guilty about occupying someone's body or detest Alex as he came off lying.
Feeling such an intense gaze, Alex somewhat felt helpless. He just finished setting everything on the table.
Alex said in a helpless voice, "What's with looking at me intently? I know I'm very handsome but..."
He was unable to continue as he stood straight and looked at the source of such a burning gaze.
Alex was stunned to see an obedient, noble-looking boy standing in the dining room.
He couldn't help blinking twice while his mouth was wide open. Alex looked a bit funny with that surprised expression as he unconsciously walked around the table and moved towards Lyra.
Stopping a few steps away from her, Alex looked her up and down, carefully scrutinizing Lyra's unexpected change of appearance.
Then, a gentle smile appeared on his lips. Alex chuckled as he looked straight into her eyes.
"I almost thought I was looking at my young handsome self," he said jokingly.
Clicking his tongue, Alex continued. "I thought I had a sister, I never imagined it would turn out to be a younger brother.. Come, come!... Let big brother take a careful look."
When Alex walked towards Lyra to gently grab her shoulders while teasing her. He noticed her strange reaction. Stunned to see a complicated emotion in those pretty eyes.
Guilt. Pity. Sadness. Disappointment. Hate.
"What's wrong? Calm down! I was just teasing you. Are you hungry?" Alex gently uttered, feeling confused but he didn't let go of Lyra's shoulders despite seeing those emotions.
Guessing that she was thinking something strange in that brain of hers, Alex gently uttered. "Allen? We can slowly talk."
"I'm sorry, I can only call you by this name to be on the safe side." His face sported worries, distress, and helplessness as Lyra remained unresponsive.
Alex was not sure whether she felt offended by what he said. He just wants to lighten the mood, but it doesn't seem to be working at all.
He sighed as he let go of Lyra's shoulders. Raising both of his hands as a sign of surrender, Alex sighed and helplessly uttered. "Alright, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything, especially not trying to offend you."
He placed both of his hands down, moving one on his pocket.
Turning around as he walked towards the dining table, pulling the chair wide enough for a person to sit in, Alex looked back at Lyra. "Come and sit. We can eat first."
Then, Alex walked towards the other side, just across Lyra's chair, he pulled his chair and sat down.
Seeing that Lyra remained standing on the spot, he couldn't help rubbing his brows in helplessness.
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