บททั้งหมดของ Fifteen Years of Craving The Wrong Love : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Lyssa POV I shake my head immediately. “No. There’s no need for you to stay with me.” Percy doesn’t even look shock with my words. He just looks at me like I’ve said something completely unreasonable. Folding my arms lightly across my chest. “I already missed enough today. I have exams coming up, and we have an important group presentation. I can’t afford to miss more classes.” His jaw tightens slightly, but his voice stays calm. “You’re not going anywhere tomorrow.” “Yes, I am.” I say. “Lyssa—” “I’m already on strike one with my lecturer,” I cut in, my tone firmer now. “He’s been watching me closely. One more slip, and I’m in trouble. This isn’t high school, Percy. I can’t just disappear because I feel tired.” He studies me for a long second, his eyes narrowing slightly—not in anger, but in thought. “What’s his name?” he asks suddenly. I blink. “What?” “Your lecturer. The one you’re worried about.” “That’s not—” “Name, Lyssa.” I hesitate, then sigh. “…Hargrove.” Befor

Lyssa POV We were on our way out of the mall when Anita suddenly slowed her steps beside me, her grip tightening slightly around the shopping bags she carried. “Okay,” she said, tilting her head toward me with a suspicious look. “You and Percy have been keeping me in the dark.” I blinked at her, caught off guard. “What?” She stopped walking completely now, turning fully to face me in the middle of the polished hallway, ignoring the people passing by us. “What happened last night?” she asked, narrowing her eyes playfully but with real curiosity underneath. I let out a small breath, shifting the weight of the bag in my hand. I should have expected this. Anita was never the type to let things slide—not when it involved people she cared about. “Nothing serious happened,” I said calmly. “He just… helped me, that’s all.” She stared at me for a second longer, like she was trying to read between my words. Then she shrugged, rolling her shoulders as if she didn’t entirely believe me.

Lyssa POV I count it as our loss. The thought settles heavily in my chest as I lean back against the couch, my fingers still loosely wrapped around my phone. Everything about this situation feels like something slipping through our hands—something we planned, something we hoped for, something that was supposed to finally tilt things in our favor. And yet… nothing. No sign that Zeta ever saw the truth we left for him. I exhale slowly, shaking my head. “Maybe we should just let it go.” The words come out quieter than I expect as Anita goes completely still beside me. Then she turns and the look on her face tells me immediately I’ve said the wrong thing. “Let it go?” she repeats, her voice sharp. I hesitate, but I nod anyway. “Yeah. I mean… what else can we do? We tried. It didn’t work. Maybe it’s just—” “No.” she cuts me off firmly. I blink at her. “No?” I echo. “No,” she repeats, sitting up straighter now. “It’s not worth you feeling like this.” Her tone softens slightly,

Percy’s POV I’ve already accepted it the truth a long time ago that she belongs in my past. Whatever we had, whatever we thought we were, whatever history she keeps trying to drag back into the present, it’s over. It has been over for a long time. And seeing her again today didn’t change that. If anything, it only made things clearer. There’s nothing left in my heart for her. Because somewhere along the way—quietly, unexpectedly, I moved on already. And I didn’t just move on. I fell in love with Lyssa. The thought of her alone shifts something deep in my chest, something steady and loving in a way I didn’t think love could ever be again. It’s not loud or chaotic like it used to be. It’s not reckless or consuming. It’s calm. It’s certain. It’s real. I lean back in my chair, my office now silent again after the storm that just walked out of it. My fingers press lightly against my temple as I stare at nothing in particular, letting my thoughts settle. Lyssa. Everything about her

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