My Fiancé and My Nemesis Swapped Souls

But currently, our two families had very deep business collaborations, and Sylvester had even saved my life when we were young. I had to think of a way to satisfy both sides, peacefully dissolving the engagement without hurting the harmony between the two families.

“Do you like him that much?”

I snapped back to reality, taking a beat to react.

Seeing me not speak, Gabriel didn’t know what he was imagining in his head, his hazy eyes dimming a bit: “Couldn’t tell you were so completely love-struck.”

I felt a bit wronged, suddenly being labeled as love-struck for no reason.

As soon as I returned to my room, before the door even closed, Sylvester pulled me back.

“Let’s talk.”

I turned back to glance at the alarm clock on the wall; it was already pointing to ten in the morning. I sighed helplessly.

“Let’s just talk here.”

But when it was time to talk, he started hesitating again. I waited for a long time before he finally uttered this sentence: “Hazel and I haven’t interacted privately much.”

My patience ran out, and my face turned cold: “If you haven’t organized your words well yet, then wait until after we cancel the engagement to talk.”

“No, we can’t cancel the engagement!”

He looked urgent: “I don’t like Hazel, it was just seeing her a few times in college, and that was only because every time she was with you, that’s why I had an impression of her. In the two years since graduation, I’ve only seen her a few times, we haven’t had any interaction…”

“No interaction?”

I sneered, my cold voice directly pointing it out: “No interaction, yet you took her home?”

“…You know everything.” His face turned pale, “Gabriel told you, right? Back when he chose to come here, I knew it, he did it on purpose.”

His lips trembled, seeming to want to defend himself, but ultimately he didn’t speak.

My heart went cold: “For the sake of us knowing each other since childhood, I will give you some dignity. Find an excuse to call off the engagement yourself.”

“I can’t call off the engagement!”

Hearing about canceling the engagement, his emotions suddenly became agitated: “Olivia, give me one more chance, I will handle it properly…”

“Before tomorrow, if you don’t go say it yourself, I’ll go say it.” I interrupted him.

His face immediately fell, and he didn’t say another word.

When we first moved in here, the three of us clearly could still converse with each other.

But in just a few days, both sides were having conflicts.

To be honest, my fallout with Sylvester was reasonable and justified.

But with Gabriel, I truly couldn’t understand it.

What was he angry about?

He shouldn’t have been involved in this matter to begin with, but he cared particularly deeply about it.

Thinking back to how he always liked to compare himself with Sylvester, making me choose, my mood suddenly felt a bit delicate.

My mind was very chaotic and I couldn’t sleep. When I sat up and turned on the light, I saw the clumsily handmade pink heart-shaped lamp on the bedside table.

Recalling his incomprehensible words from that day, I picked up the lamp and examined it carefully.

The lamp had scorch marks on it…

Some blurry images suddenly flashed through my mind, my head aching slightly, and I quickly stopped reminiscing.

When I was young, I encountered a massive fire. After being rescued and waking up, I didn’t really want to recall those past events anymore.

Just as I was about to turn off the light and go back to sleep, a noise suddenly came from the balcony outside.

My eyes narrowed; in the middle of the night, was it Sylvester or Gabriel?

The balcony was very close to my room, so I got out of bed and walked to the window.

Pulling back the curtains to look, I just happened to see Sylvester climbing down on a rope.

No, it must be Gabriel in Sylvester’s body.

I was startled, wondering where he was going in the middle of the night, when not long after, Sylvester followed behind him. He was being sneaky, seemingly intentionally tailing Gabriel.

Curiosity killed the cat; I really wanted to know exactly what these two were sneaking out to do one after the other.

I followed closely behind, climbing down from the balcony.

I was only one step behind; by the time I exited the villa yard, the two had already disappeared without a trace.

It was very dark, and I had never been to this residential area before. Afraid of running into bad people, I hesitated for a moment and ultimately decided to go back to sleep.

However, I still got lost.

Wandering around haphazardly for a few minutes, I finally hit the jackpot and bumped right into Hazel and Gabriel (wearing Sylvester’s face)!

The two seemed afraid of being seen, extremely careful and alert as they stood talking in a dark corner.

“If you’re afraid of being seen, why didn’t you go inside with me to talk?”

Gabriel frowned: “We’ll talk right here, I still have to go back.”

I felt it was bizarre; why would Gabriel take the initiative to meet Hazel in the middle of the night? Did these two also have a shady relationship?

Did these three come here to perform a love triangle?

Could this be the reason why Gabriel had been so irritated lately? He liked Hazel, but Hazel liked Sylvester?

As my imagination ran wild, the sound of breathing suddenly appeared right next to my ear, scaring me so much my heart nearly stopped. Just as I was about to turn my head, my mouth was covered tightly by that person.

“Quiet.”

Gabriel’s voice?

My soul frightened out of my body, I widened my eyes to look at the newcomer.

He smoothly squatted down next to me: “It’s me.”

Pausing for a second, not knowing what he was thinking, he added: “I am Sylvester.”

I was only confused, not blind, why did he introduce himself.

He didn’t look at me, solely focused on the two people not far ahead: “Why are you here?”

Thinking of our unpleasant conversation earlier in the day, I still felt a bit uncomfortable, especially now that the two of us were squatting in the dark, watching his mistress go on a date with someone else.

This scene, no matter how you looked at it, was extremely weird.

“Why are you here?”

I countered with a question instead of answering.

He chuckled softly: “Of course, I followed him here.”

“To catch them in the act?”

He froze, raised an eyebrow slightly, and gave me a meaningful look: “Is that how you understand it?”

His mood seemed to be very joyful: “Sylvester came… to catch them cheating, and you’re this calm?”

I frowned; his reaction was… a bit strange.

While I was wondering what was so strange, a big commotion came from over there.

In just a moment of inattention, how did those two start kissing?!

No, to be more precise, it was Hazel forcibly kissing him.

And the other party was half-pushing, half-yielding.

My eyebrows instantly knitted together; did Hazel kiss him because she thought he was Sylvester, or did she kiss him knowing the soul inside was Gabriel?

Gabriel didn’t refuse, so he really liked it?

“That time you and Gabriel fought, was it because of Hazel?”

I asked Sylvester next to me.

He was silent for a moment: “It was indeed because of… relationship issues.”

I was even more astonished, ignoring the discomfort in my heart, I asked: “Gabriel likes Hazel too?”

He frowned, looking at me for a long time, his gaze seeming deep under the night sky: “Who he likes, do you care?”

“…Not really, just asking casually.”

He lowered his eyelashes, concealing the train of thought in his eyes.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I seemed to have seen him smile just now, carrying a hint of self-mockery…