CHAPTER 712. IN MY NEXT LIFE. Three MonthsShe had to get up. Get up, answer him, tell him, explain to him… but she didn’t want to. She could do it, but she didn’t want to.Her eyes closed for an infinite moment, then opened, focusing beyond Peter to the reddish sunset sky—perfect for so many photos, perfect for so many memories.“Yes, you arrived too late,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “But in ways you don’t understand yet. If you’re sure you want me around… I’ll stay. My marriage has been over for a long time, so I’ll stick around. But you have to promise me something.”There was something in her tone that made Peter shiver. He leaned back, tugging on her hand to make her sit on the snow beside him.“Go ahead,” he said curiously, unable to imagine what condition she might set.“This can’t last less than three months.”“Excuse me…?” he asked, puzzled, and Kim cupped his face with a mock-threatening look.“You’re an incurable flirt, Mr. Ferguson. Don’t think I haven’t n

CHAPTER 714. IN MY NEXT LIFE. Something Important“Kim, are you okay?”Peter had seen her smiling for the rest of the evening, but he was starting to know her well enough to notice when that sparkle had suddenly vanished.“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as they strolled slowly toward one of the exits after saying their goodbyes.“Nothing, it’s nothing. I was just wondering—this money they’re raising here at the auction, where does it go?”Peter shrugged, answering honestly. “Honestly, I have no idea. It probably goes to one of the sports associations to boost the Games’ budget or something like that.”Kim seemed lost in thought, and Peter couldn’t ignore the strange sadness that sometimes overtook her. Instead of making the mistake most people would—asking why she felt that way—he chose to pull her close, wrapping her in a tight embrace from behind and kissing just below her ear before making his declaration.“I know I spend my money on useless stuff, but that’s because I’ve always had

CHAPTER 716. IN MY NEXT LIFE. The Best Is Yet to ComeHe was ready. More than ready. Peter took a deep breath as the cold mountain air formed a thin frost on his cheeks. His face was mostly covered under his goggles and scarves, but he could still feel the icy air like tiny blades injecting adrenaline into his body.He’d always felt this way since he was a child. That’s why he loved winter sports—just like his father, just like the rest of his family. But now, there was something more.He had always competed for a trophy. Money had never been an issue. Love, recognition, and support in his family had always been abundant. So, the only reason he had to compete was for a trophy—or rather, many of them. But in recent weeks, Kim had given him much more to fight for, much more to work toward. She had given him a different purpose.Peter had always known that his family supported every good cause they could and that the Keller Foundation was extremely active in charity. But this was differe

CHAPTER 718. IN MY NEXT LIFE. We Need to TalkPeter had to admit it, he had never experienced emotions like this in his life. It wasn't adrenaline, it wasn't frustration, it was fear. It was a deep and fierce fear, and the worst part was that he knew exactly where it was coming from. It wasn’t that he had deliberately tried to ignore it, but deep down Peter knew that all the marks that were appearing on Kim without reason couldn’t be just a simple skin condition.He felt his heart choke in his throat the moment they took her out of his arms, and the doctor began giving a series of orders that seemed far too serious to him."Do you have any idea if she might have been poisoned by something specific?" the doctor asked, seeing that Kim was completely unbalanced, with those dark marks running down her limbs."No, it's not poisoning, doctor. She has a skin condition, and it gets like this with the slightest pressure, but..."The doctor frowned, not daring to say what he was thinking, becau

CHAPTER 720. IN MY NEXT LIFE. An Important JourneyHe wanted a miracle. That was really all he wanted.Peter let himself slide down that wall as if all his strength had abandoned him completely. His mind was tangled with medical terms and disease names that meant absolutely nothing. But while it was true that Percival McKenneth might have once been a bitter man, it was clear that he wasn’t a bad one.A few minutes later, the doctors arrived to confirm that the diagnosis was absolutely accurate and that every other physician who had assessed the case had done everything humanly possible to help her with some kind of treatment that might work. Yet none had."Can you tell me...? Can you tell me how it’s going to be?" he asked, his heart in his throat, tears rolling down his cheeks unstoppably. Because even though he didn’t want to give up, even though he wanted to fight for her with everything he had, the truth was that he needed to know what he was up against."She’s going to be tired,"