The three of us got into the car, Quentin and I sitting side by side in the back seat. He took off his sunglasses and mask, revealing deep amber eyes and a chiseled face.
Despite my preparations, my heart couldn't help but race at the sight of him!No wonder Quentin could win over five wives. With his looks, anyone aspiring to be his spouse could probably encircle the Earth twice! Scratch that, maybe even the Milky Way!But I quickly calmed my racing heart. Emotional clarity was important to me; I wasn't like the Zephyrine in the novel who accepted her partner having other wives.I composed myself, resisting the shameful infatuation I felt for Quentin. I rolled my eyes at him and refocused on the plot.Quentin: "???"Not long after Zephyrine moved in, Quentin’s parents went abroad for work. Soon after, Quentin’s other admirers found out that Zephyrine Everlynn was living in his house. They made excuses to move in, one after another, preventing Zephyrine from making any advances.Although Zephyrine was the first to live with Quentin, she was the last to successfully win his heart.Me: ...Even though I wasn't her, I felt an unexplainable sense of defeat.After Auntie Irwin dropped Quentin and me home, she returned to the funeral. I sat on the sofa, lost in thought, unruffled.The one feeling awkward was Quentin."Are you staying in that room now?" Quentin gestured toward a door.I followed his finger, raised an eyebrow, wondering, how on earth was I supposed to know which room was mine?To avoid exposing my ignorance, I glanced at Quentin and then headed upstairs into the room he pointed to.Quentin, left downstairs: "..."I surveyed the room and found some professional books on the desk. I confirmed this was indeed my room. In the novel, "Zephyrine Everlynn" was a student majoring in aircraft design and engineering.Leaving the room, I saw Quentin carrying his suitcase upstairs.In my mind, I thought, Quentin Bennett's family is incredibly wealthy; why is the male lead carrying his own luggage? This doesn't match the billionaire trope at all!Watching Quentin Bennett retreating to his room, I stuck to my strategy of keeping my distance from him and returned to my own room. I had just looked at the professional books in the room and the campus card on the table. I deduced that I was currently in my senior year."Oh my god, I know nothing about this major. I've never studied such an advanced field..."I absentmindedly opened a drawer and found the acceptance letter into the graduate program at the school.I almost choked, nearly fainting! I hadn't even studied aircraft design and engineering in my undergraduate years, let alone considered graduate school!Over the past few days, I had been researching at home, reading online Q&A sessions, trying to figure out if I could decline the offer after securing the spot.On this particular day, Uncle handed me a document regarding the inheritance to review.Zephyrine Everlynn's parents bequeathed her their entire estate due to their lack of other family. However, their careers as researchers, coupled with their dedication to charitable work, meant they had little in savings. All that remained for Zephyrine Everlynn was a house, a car, and...Twenty thousand dollars?The house was situated in the neighboring state where is New York. I pondered whether I should relocate there. The thought of depending on someone else's hospitality seemed pitiable.Yet, my curiosity prevailed. I wanted to stay and witness the unfolding drama. A new suitor was expected to move in soon, and I was eager to observe the conquest process from a godlike perspective. After careful consideration, I decided to stay. If I grew weary later on, I could always return to New York."Alright, thank you, Uncle!" I expressed my gratitude sincerely."No problem. We will be going overseas tomorrow. Take care of yourself and Quentin. I've entrusted him to look after you," Mr. Bennett said."I'm already grown up; I don't need Quentin to take care of me," I replied."Haha, being three years older still means he should look after you. It's only natural," he said."Sure..." I knew Quentin Bennett probably didn't want to take care of me. He might even want to kick me out.The next day, I finally realized how awkward it was to be living under the same roof as Quentin Bennett!Fortunately, I had to go to school that day. After seeing Uncle and Aunt off at the airport, I hopped into the back seat and said, "Bennett, take me to North University, please."Quentin Bennett glanced at me through the rearview mirror, wondering if I had just called him by his surname. He asked while starting the car, "Do you have classes today?"I didn't even bother to lift my head. "No classes."Quentin pursed his lips and fell silent.Upon reaching the university, before Quentin Bennett could say anything, I opened the car door and said, "Thanks!"I remembered that one of his suitors, Daniela Barnett, was a professor at this university. I didn't know which department she taught in, though. I checked the university's official website to see if I could find any information about Daniela Barnett.Sure enough, I found her. She was a professor in the Geology department, 31 years old...She's a bit older than I imagined! I furrowed my brows and pinched my forehead with one hand. "Seven years older than Quentin Bennett?"How old are the others?I became increasingly curious about the other suitors.I went to find the dean, expressing my unwillingness to pursue a master's degree. The dean disagreed and insisted that I must provide a reason.I made up a reason on the spot. "I want to pursue a master's degree in a different field.""What field?" the dean asked.In my own world, I studied geology. Moreover, I had just learned that Daniela Barnett was a geology professor. So, I blurted out an answer that I didn't know I would regret for the next three years: "Geology!"The dean: "..."Switching from Aircraft Design Engineer to Geology? Isn't that too drastic?"Have you registered?""Not yet..."There was a few seconds of silence in the air.Then, the dean roared hysterically, "Then go register! Pre-registration has already started!"Me: "..."He scared me! He made me think I couldn't register!In the end, the dean agreed.I felt utterly helpless. I had been forced to register for this year's graduate school entrance exam! Moreover, I had been compelled to apply to North University. But...I didn't want to study!In my own world, I had already suffered through the difficulties of graduate school. I didn't want to go through it all again. Graduate school was too painful! It was even akin to sacrificing my life!After registering, I drifted around the school aimlessly like a dried fish left out in the sun. After all, I didn't know the layout of the university. Finding the dean's office had taken me a considerable amount of effort.When I reached the school gate, I suddenly remembered that I didn't know where Quentin Bennett's house was...I wrestled with the decision of whether to approach Quentin Bennett, fearing it might raise suspicions! I worried he could misconstrue my actions as deliberate flirtation or, even worse, consider me foolish. I desperately wanted to avoid both scenarios.Just as I felt utterly perplexed, a message from Quentin Bennett appeared.— Have you made it home?I promptly replied: Not yet!Quentin Bennett responded: I'll arrange for someone to pick you up from school.My reply: Alright!In that moment, I almost burst out laughing!Within half an hour, a car pulled up in front of me. A man stepped out and courteously opened the back door. "Miss, please."Elegant!I thanked him and got into the car.Quentin Bennett wasn't present when I arrived. Surprisingly, I didn't mind. I hadn't been particularly looking forward to meeting him anyway.With Uncle and Aunt at home in the past few days, encountering Quentin Bennett hadn't been too awkward. However, now that they were gone, I was uncertain how to act. If I hadn't confessed my feelings, everything would have been simpler. Unfortunately, I had already confessed to Quentin Bennett at this point in the story.Why hadn't I entered this story sooner?Quentin Bennett returned only after nightfall, carrying a bag of groceries.He muttered, "I'll prepare dinner."Cooking wasn't my forte, and the Bennett family didn't have any hired help. Everything was done by themselves. Now that Uncle and Aunt had gone overseas, these responsibilities fell on Quentin Bennett.Feeling guilty, I stood up and offered, "Let me help."Quentin Bennett eyed me suspiciously. "You know how to cook?""I can handle washing and chopping vegetables; I'm not clueless."Once in the kitchen with Quentin Bennett, I suddenly remembered something from the book. Apart from Zephyrine Everlynn, Quentin Bennett's four suitors were skilled cooks. After moving in, they didn't allow Quentin Bennett into the kitchen, leaving the cooking to them.I found myself eagerly anticipating the arrival of Quentin Bennett's next suitor. The problem was, I had forgotten most of the story's plot.Quentin Bennett found my silence unusual. In the past, Zephyrine used to chatter away, but now, I barely spoke a few words to him.Quentin Bennett broke the silence, "The holiday is approaching. Would you like to go somewhere for a vacation?"I didn't expect Quentin to strike up a conversation. I replied seriously, "I'm not sure." Quentin seemed puzzled and glanced at me. "No interest in a vacation?" Was he hoping I would leave? Ha, I wouldn't do as he wished. "No need. Summer is too hot; I'd rather not travel." "Go to the Northern Hemisphere? It's winter there." I laughed, my tone stubborn. "I don't want to go anywhere." Realizing he couldn't convince me, Quentin fell silent. My lack of experience made my vegetable chopping slow. Quentin wanted to take over, but he held back, waiting patiently. After finishing the vegetables, I moved the cutting board toward Quentin. Through this interaction, we managed to prepare a simple dinner. After the meal, I took out my study materials for the geology graduate entrance exam, hoping I wouldn't fail miserably. Initially, I had considered taking the exam casually, thinking failing would be the best outcome. However, recalling the dean's warning... “Let it be. Focus on your
My attention immediately shifted, my expression contorted with disdain as I glanced at Evie, as if I were witnessing something utterly absurd. "This won't work!" In the original storyline, Evie didn't move into Quentin 's room right away. She only started staying there much later after pursuing Quentin . "Alright, alright, I'll pay you a thousand!" "I wouldn't do it even for a million." I shot Evie a contemptuous look, then carried her suitcase upstairs and randomly picked a room. Due to Evie' limited mobility, she climbed up to the room only after I had finished arranging it. I clapped my hands. "This is your spot now. Goodbye, I need to focus on my studies, so don't disturb me." Just as I was about to leave, I remembered that I hadn't received the money yet. I took out my phone and displayed my QR code. "Pay up!" Evie generously transferred two hundred to me, smiling as she said, "Let's collaborate again next time. By the way, where's your room? Can I take a look?" "Absolutel
"My childhood friend." "She looks so young. How old is she?!" "Three years younger than me." "Just 21! That's incredibly young!" Quentin's face remained impassive. He glanced at me who asleep with the U-shaped travel pillow. "Young? I don't see it." The assistant appeared puzzled, as if she wanted to say, "Sir, I'm referring to her age. Where are you looking at?" But she chose to respond, "Exactly, considering her face, it's hard to believe she's 21! With makeup, she must be stunning."Caught in my drowsiness, Quentin dozed off too. I used a U-shaped pillow, and he rested his head on my shoulder. I didn't like Quentin now so his guard was down around me. It reminded him of the old days when they used to play together. He'd always liked Zephyrine Everlynn, but it was a platonic affection. When she confessed, it felt like the sky was falling. He didn't want a romantic relationship; he just wanted lifelong friendship. Quentin woke up before me. I was deeply asleep; he nudged me s
I pushed Evie away and spoke seriously, "You're still limping, but you want to follow him. Do you think he doesn't find you annoying enough? Your priority right now should be to heal your injury. Don't rush things."Evie thought for a moment. "You're right; I should heal my injury first. If I insist on following Quentin now, I'll just cause him trouble. Isn't that right?"I sensed Evie seeking praise and found it strange. Was it really something to be proud of to understand such a simple truth? No wonder in the original book, pursuing Quentin was so difficult. Is this all it takes?I popped a dried strawberry into my mouth and said, "Your serious expression is like the security guards' faces when posted on billboards under a bridge.""..."For the next two weeks, Quentin left early and returned late every day. Evie and I hardly saw him. This drove Evie crazy. She harassed me all day, and I almost left home.This terrible situation continued until Quentin's work came to an end.When Que
I was in my room, deeply engrossed in the study materials I had just purchased, when Evie burst in, exclaiming, "Quentin went to New York?! Why didn't you tell me? If you had, I could have convinced Quentin to stay."I rolled my eyes at her and continued reading, casually remarking, "If you had been there, Quentin Bennett probably would have summoned a UFO and flown away immediately!"Evie seethed with anger, but she couldn't argue. Annoyed, she slumped into my chair, legs crossed, and gestured with her finger, "Come on, my sidekick, I want to... tomorrow..."I quietly rolled my eyes and interrupted her daydreaming, "Done, done! But... we have to wait for the right moment. Good things come to those who wait, and true love has no deadline. Haste makes waste!"Evie felt a surge of frustration; all her words had been stolen from me!"Fine... just don't make me wait too long!""First, make sure you completely recover from your injury, or forget about it.""Alright."Evie left with a grand
My dreams of applying for the graduate program in New York were completely shattered. If I opted for another university, the dean might as well tear me apart! I wasn't privy to the conversation between the dean and Daniela Barnett, but Daniela Barnett persistently messaged me, closely monitoring my study progress. I felt a twinge of helplessness; I wasn't a novice when it came to preparing for postgraduate exams. I knew how to study! Yet, Daniela Barnett treated me like a beginner, scrutinizing every detail.Still, I didn't want to waste her kindness. Daniela Barnett led a hectic life; juggling student mentoring, research, Quentin, and still managing to find time to guide me. How could I not be grateful?In my eyes, Daniela Barnett seemed like a maestro of time management....Quentin returned much earlier than expected. Through my sources, I found out Quentin’s private schedule had him flying to Texas today.I hurried to Evie' door."Xylitol!""You're the Xylitol!" Evie exclaimed, fli
"Quentin! Wait for us!" "Quentin Bennett!" I had just purchased scar removal cream from the pharmacy when I heard distant voices calling out for Quentin Bennett. "What's happening?" I didn't pay much attention, intending to head home after my pharmacy visit. However, the calls for Quentin Bennett grew louder and closer. I turned back to look. To my surprise, Quentin Bennett was sprinting, pursued by a swarm of fans! What was going on here? Quickly, I slipped into a nearby alley, removed my duckbill hat, and deftly placed it on Quentin Bennett's head, pulling it toward me. "Huh?" Quentin Bennett was startled by the sudden pressure on his head. Before he could react, I pressed him against the wall, keeping an eye on the alley's end. Quentin Bennett followed my gaze, watching the fans race past the alley, their voices fading away. "You…" Quentin Bennett began to speak, but I stepped back, glancing outside the alley, then turned back to him. "Why are you alone on the street? A
Crossing my arms like an experienced elder, I said, "This is Quentin Bennett's house. Neither you nor I have the right to evict anyone. Only Quentin Bennett has that authority. If you go down now to drive her away, you'll definitely upset Quentin Bennett." Evie Richards calmed down a bit and sat on a chair, looking up at me. "Then what should I do?" I paced a few steps and then said, "Go find Professor Daniela Barnett. Let her move in properly and show respect to Quentin Bennett. Don't resort to such petty tricks. And then reflect on your own impulsive move when you moved in. Be tactful in handling this. After all, scheming is your specialty." "..." Evie Richards felt that I was mocking her. "Who said scheming is my specialty?" I sneered. "Don't think I don't know anything!" Evie Richards mumbled, "Oh, right, I almost forgot about your... situation back then..." Ignoring her, I continued, "When you talk to Professor Daniela Barnett, it's best if Quentin Bennett sees it." Evie