After Rebirth, I Warm My Hubby Wronged by Me Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 Reincarnation Mistaken For A Ghostly Reunion
“Hmm…” Amberley rubbed her aching head. She climbed out of bed, looking around only to realize this was her bedroom. Had her spirit returned? She then heard the familiar sound of the wheelchair scraping against the floor. A sound she knew all too well, having accompanied her for a solid thirteen years. At some point in the past, she found herself growing to despise this sound. “Amberley, you’re awake. Have some water.” When she saw the man in the wheelchair, his almond-shaped eyes brimming with mirth, a sudden surge of tears welled up in her eyes. Devlin has also returned. Did he die after me? “Why are you crying? Didn’t we agree that this is just a fake marriage? In a few days, you can go abroad and do what you love. I’m disabled. I won’t cause you any trouble.” Amberley automatically tuned out Devlin’s incessant chatter, her ears acting as a barrier. Overwhelmed by sorrow, she threw herself into Devlin’s arms, breaking into uncontrollable sobs. Devlin’s eyes, dark as obsidian, were filled with an indescribable sorrow. It’s just a fake marriage. Is she really that unwilling? Thinking that she might mind that he was disabled. his obsidian-like eyes instantly lost their shine, becoming utterly dull. He felt unworthy of Amberley, believing she deserved someone far better than he could ever be. “Amberley, please stop crying. I promise you that before you leave for abroad, we’ll get a divorce secretly. I’ll find a way to erase the record of your marriage.” Devlin’s voice, deep as a violin, resonated through the air, carrying a sorrow only he himself could comprehend. Surely, Amberley must be bothered by the dark chapter of our past marriage. I’m ready to erase anything she doesn’t want to remember. “Devlin… You’re here too? I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I…” Amberley choked out, her voice laced with tears. “Why? What are you apologizing for?” He had willingly agreed to the fake marriage, knowing it would leave him with something to remember in the future. At the very least, in his heart, he was Amberley’s ex-husband, and she once belonged to him. Devlin had started to raise his hand, intending to gently stroke Amberley’s hair. But he halted midway, frozen in the air. He remembered Amberley didn’t like his touch. He dejectedly lowered his hand… Amberley never expected to encounter the ghost of Devlin again. Her regret was overwhelming and ceaseless, and all she could do was burst into tears. After exhausting herself from crying, her sobs gradually grew quieter. Only then did Devlin gently say, “Don’t cry anymore. You should go and lie down on the bed now. Amberley, don’t forget to drink the water. I’m not sure if there’s a quicker way to help you sober up…” He dared not touch Amberley, one hand still holding a cup of water, the other resting on the remaining half of his leg. He assumed that Amberley was merely acting out because she was drunk, but the thought of her sobbing uncontrollably due to their marriage made it clear how much she felt wronged by their union. People often say that in wine, there is truth. This is the case for Amberley, as the pent-up grievances she has been harbouring burst forth after she has been drinking. No wonder she has been so quiet lately. We’ve collected the marriage certificate today, and by evening, she’s completely drunk. After her tearful outburst, Amberley felt rather embarrassed. She was such a pathetic ghost. Even in death, she was still so prone to crying. She withdrew from Devlin’s embrace. Feeling too embarrassed, she retreated to the bed and lay down. She then heard the sound of the wheelchair departing. Amberley abruptly sat up straight. Was Devlin about to leave? She couldn’t just let Devlin walk away. They were meant to go on this journey of life together. In this lifetime, Devlin’s profound affection had been let down by her own actions. She needed to repay him with a lifetime of love. “Devlin, don’t leave. Stay with me. Let’s sleep together.” Let’s journey into the next life together, and in that life, it will be my turn to find you. Amberley grabbed Devlin’s hand, causing Devlin’s hand to jolt slightly as if he’d been shocked. The “current” seemed to surge straight to his heart through his arm, making it feel as though it was about to leap out of his chest. After a span of eight years, three months, and eleven days, it was the first time Amberley took the initiative to hold his hand. Her touch was just as soft and gentle as before, leaving him with no room to refuse. He was well aware that he shouldn’t have been tempted by Amberley’s fleeting advances. She was intoxicated, and he couldn’t take advantage of that… However, what he blurted out was, “Okay.” For once, Devlin decided to follow his heart. After all, it was their wedding night, and he yearned for Amberley’s company. He told himself to let go just this once, to give himself the opportunity to sleep next to Amberley. After Amberley sobered up tomorrow, she was free to scold or hit as she pleased. Gathering his courage, Devlin boldly made a move, pushing the wheelchair back. Upon seeing the situation, Amberley obediently let go, rolling over in the bed, leaving a large space for Devlin. As Devlin saw the empty space beside her bed, a pang of emotion stirred within his heart. This was Amberley, actively inviting him. Even though he knew this was a result of her being drunk and confused, Devlin insisted on treating it as a genuine gesture. Even if it was self-deception, he still found joy in his heart. He propped himself up on his arms, shifting onto the bed. As soon as he lay down, he neatly crossed his hands and placed them on his chest. As long as he could lie in the same bed with Amberley, he was completely content. However, Amberley didn’t see it that way. She felt as if there was a great divide separating her from Devlin. Overwhelmed by this feeling, she abruptly moved, rolling over to Devlin’s side. Caught off guard, Devlin was too frightened to move. He couldn’t bring himself to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state. Amberley was clearly drunk. Once she sobered up, she would surely be upset with herself for letting him touch her. Yet, Amberley was practically forcing him to be the bad guy. She abruptly pulled down Devlin’s well-behaved hand, wrapping both her hands around his arm and closing her eyes. With this thought in mind, Amberley imagined that if they stayed this way, she and Devlin could be reincarnated together. A bolt of shock struck Devlin’s heart. What… What was he supposed to do in this situation? Should he pull his arm away However, the moment he moved his arm, Amberley held onto him even tighter. Unintentionally, he brushed against the softness of Amberley’s chest, which sent Devlin’s mind into a blank state. He was too scared to make another move. In no time at all, Devlin heard the faint sound of Amberley’s snoring. Only then did he unabashedly study the girl sleeping beside him. His dark, glossy eyes carefully examined her beautiful features, the contours of her oval face, and the long, slender, arched eyebrows that gently swept across her forehead. Her almond-shaped eyes were tightly shut at the moment, only her lush, curled lashes were visible. Underneath her prominent nose were her perfect lips, which looked incredibly luscious. Devlin had repeatedly sketched her image in his heart, leaving an indelible imprint within him. Yet, no matter how much he looked, it was never enough. His gaze lingered on the girl’s sleeping face… That night was so enchantingly beautiful that he couldn’t bear to sleep. Devlin spent the entire night gazing at the girl lying be