Why did Giselle visit Slyvester’s University? She came there to regain her pride. Giselle would never forget the day Slyvester left her alone during their date. ‘I spoke kindly to him, even complimented him. And then, he left me alone?!’ [“I am sorry, Miss Giselle. I don’t have a girlfriend, but I like someone else. I only came here to meet you because my parents begged me to, saying that it was for business. Sure, I’m handsome and you probably fell or me because of my looks. But I hope you understand that I am not available. Sorry. I’ll go now. And don’t worry, I’ll tell our parents. Bye.”] Giselle was ready to marry Slyvester if their parents would like to. However, that was on te pretext that Slyvester was damn rich. If they end up together, it will help both of their corporations. She was so annoyed that Slyvester misunderstood her approach and thought that she fell for him at first side. “I was only trying to win his side. Bullsh*t,” Giselle murmured. “And I could not bel

Terban’s POV I only agreed to sell waffles for the school festival because I wanted to forget that night. Until now, whenever I saw Slyvester, I had to remind myself that I should not stoop low and punch that guy’s face. “Hi. Can I buy waffles?” Wait a minute. Speaking of Slyvester, why is he not coming back? Well, if I put myself in his shoes, I might have buried that b*tch who called him “babe” in front of everyone. “Ahmm, hello?” No. No. Burying that woman isn’t enough. If there’s someone who will pretend to be my girlfriend in front of everyone, I will drown her to boiling magma. “Excuse me? I want waffles.” I looked at the girl in front of our stand and replied, “How many?” “Three. So it stands as “I” “Love” “You”~” She pointed at me before tucking her hair behind her ears. Is she crazy? I swallowed the curse and prepared her order. “Do you have a girlfriend?” asked the customer, which made me frown. I glared at her, and she flinched. “If you won’t buy waf

Third Person's POVKyle has many good memories of the boarding house’s rooftop. However, it would be hard for him to consider today’s arch as a good memory. He knew it would be unworkable. “After days of avoiding me, finally, you beckoned me to talk,” Ryan said. He did avoid her. He was frightened to face the truth, and until the end, Kyle wanted to fight. Kyle handed a box to Ryan, murmuring, “Take this.” There was an apple logo in the box, and it’s easy to figure out what’s inside. Still, Ryan asked, “What’s this?” “Cellphone. You were having a hard time using your old phone.” Ryan turned pale. If only Kyle has no feelings for her, she will accept his gift. “This is expensive,” Ryan uttered. Kyle chuckled as he scratched his head. "Hey, don't worry. I did not spend a dime. I…” ‘He won it through the contest’ is what he wanted to say. But in the end, he twisted the words hanging at the tip of his tongue. “A raffle. I got it from a raffle at the festival. Aren’t I lu

Outside the men’s comfort room, Ryan and Emily blamed each other endlessly. “It was your fault. You should have looked behind you,” Ryan complained, “And what about you? Did you think that meddling into my fight help? It made the whole situation damn f*cked!” But when Vincent went out of the comfort room with his wet hair, the two stopped squabbling and shut their mouths. “Sorry,” the two said in unison. Wiping a few drops of water on his chin, Vincent responded, “If you are truly sorry, then buy me Takoyaki.” They lifted their heads, and Emily noticed Vincent was looking at Ryan as if she’s the only person in his eyes. ‘This guy is a snake,’ Emily learned. “I have class this afternoon. Only came early to eat Takoyaki, but since I helped the two of you, I couldn’t eat. It’s awkward to go back to the cafeteria after the incident. So, I suggested you to take me outside and buy Takoyaki for me.” It is a date. Lowkey, Vincent was asking her for a date. ‘Maybe this is

Ryan’s POV Hands on my back and eyes on mine, Chaylen was dancing with me along with the romantic music. His black hair was brushed up. He’s wearing a white suit partnered with a Rolex watch and a silver piercing on his ear.Dancing with Chaylen is really…“Ryan. Are you planning to send me to the hospital?” asked Chaylen after I stepped on his foot for the seventeenth time. “I didn’t ask you to dance with me, did I?” I responded. Chaylen could only chuckle while enduring the pain in his foot. Things were really awkward between us after the school festival. But I guess dancing like this and stepping on his foot helped a little to loosen the strained atmosphere. I kept my eyes downward to make sure that Chaylen would not end up in the hospital with incomplete toes. And as I focused on my steps, Chaylen spoke. “When I tried to flirt with you at first…”I lifted my head to look at him. “You told me that you would kick my d*ck. But when another man flirted with you, you didn’t give