Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 169 - 169: How did…you and Cyra meet?

Zane received a message from Viktor that he was back; he looked at his wife, reading one of the books they took from Viktor's library.

Feeling guilty about what he wanted to do, Zane promised himself he would only eat a little.

"Wife, I want to hang out in Viktor's space." Cyra looked away from the pages and picked up the glass; taking a sip, she looked at Zane, who tried hard not to look guilty.

Her brows rose, and her eyes scrutinized him slowly; Zane stood straight. She nodded, and Zane exhaled in relief.

"Don't eat too much." Zane nearly fell over from shock, when he heard her words. He nodded with a flushed face and left the sitting room, wondering how she found out.

Spotting Micheal, Zane quickly changed direction, assuming Michael was looking for him.

Micheal paused as he entered the mansion, his gaze lingering on Cyra's relaxed clothes—a pair of shorts and a loose top.

He looked away shyly, his heart beating loudly in his chest; Cyra frowned and looked up from her book. She glanced at him, assuming he was a staff member, then returned to her book.

"Umm…Good evening…Miss Cyra." Micheal stuttered, feeling overwhelmed in her presence.

Cyra looked up with a frown, hearing the loud thumbs of his heart. She tapped on her bracelet calling the butler.

Micheal's thoughts turned to dust; all his plans seemed to vanish from his mind under her cold grey gaze.

Before he could stumble out words, he was interrupted by Kyle, who seemed disappointed at him for being useless.

"Boss you called." Kyle's tone was calm but his eyes stayed around her and not on her. He was already used to her free-dressing style.

"Doesn't the new staff you employed know the rules?" Her calm words turned Micheal to stone and surprised Kyle.

"Boss don't you know this man." Kyle's words brought Michael back; he looked at her, hoping her earlier words were a mistake.

Cyra looked at the man and frowned harder. Was she supposed to know this person? Since she didn't remember him, he was not important or useful to her in any way.

"Are I supposed to remember every staff you employ?" Cyra's indifferent words shattered the last of Michael's hope, and Kyle's lips curled up to the side.

He tried hard to keep up a straight face and spoke with a normal tone. "He is your husband's teacher's son."

"There's somebody like that?" Kyle was choked by her words even more so for Michael.

Micheal's pale face became paler like a sheet of paper.

Kyle saw her unfamiliar eyes and he knew she was being serious. He felt a drop of pity for Micheal. It was pitiful to be forgotten from the onset.

"Does your father need anything from me?" Cyra didn't feel anything was wrong with her words; she couldn't be blamed for subconsciously deleting any information or person that was not useful or important to her. She has too much in there already and doesn't want to pile up more.

Micheal tried to smile, but it was worse than crying, "My father thanks you for your generous care. Goodnight." Micheal's tone was low and he stumbled quickly out of the mansion under Cyra's calm nod and Kyle's pitying gaze.

In a daze, Michael stumbled back to his room, her indifferent words looping endlessly in his mind: 'There's somebody like that…. Somebody like that…."

He dropped on his bed faced down, his shoulders trembled, and some muffled sounds were heard continuously; turning over, his face was soaked with tears, and snot dripped from his nose.

His self-esteem took a severe hit, the whisper of doubt echoing in his mind.

"Was he not important enough to be remembered? Was he ugly in any way? Was his presence too low to be ignored?" He curled up into his bed with these thoughts drowning him in his mind.

Meanwhile, Zane sat cross-legged in Viktor's space, a bucket of mint and strawberry ice cream open in front of him.

The bucket was half-empty as Viktor and Zane exhaled cold air, clutching their stomachs in discomfort.

Forgetting Cyra's warning, Zane lay on the ground, clutching an empty ice cream container and spoon.

"I can't… blerg….feel my teeth. I'm soooo full." Zane slurred lazily, fully stuffed to the brim.

Viktor lay on the ground also, unable to eat anymore. "How did…you and Cyra meet?" Viktor asked curiously facing Zane.

Zane grew quiet, a nostalgic smile spreading across his face. He faced Viktor, "It was ten years, three months ago, I think…she was buried in the sands." He was caught up in the past, and he talked for hours.