All Chapters of Fat Girl's Nemesis: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Do you want me to kiss you again?” he asked, his eyelashes almost brushing against mine. Why did he have such beautiful eyelashes? He looked cute and seductive at the same time, and how was that even possible?I nodded. My head actually nodded! Damn it, head, how dare you nod without receiving a direct order from my brain?I didn't even have time to correct my betrayal. His lips had already captured mine, and the kiss was absolutely intoxicating.I was swept away by the movement of his lips. It was as if I were a lollipop he loved very much.I closed my eyes and enjoyed every touch and every delicious friction between us. Hmmm, kissing someone you loved was actually amazing.Wait.Love?Did I just say love?The magical kiss finally ended because of a ringing phone. I wanted to pretend I couldn't hear it, but the never-ending ringtone seemed to annoy Lucas.He finally pulled away from me and picked up my phone. Then he handed it to me with an incredibly wide smile.It was so wide that

Lindsay's Pov“Why? Do you mind if I call you my girlfriend?” he asked casually, a small smile playing on his lips. He looked like he was deliberately teasing me. I raised my shoulders, because what was I supposed to say?I wanted to say yes, but I was far too stubborn to admit it. I wanted to say no, but the truth was, I wanted him to call me that. So instead, I said nothing.I happily finished my delicious cake and decided to erase the whole girlfriend thing from my mind. I would enjoy this moment while I could, before I had to go back to class. Fortunately, my next subject wasn't nearly as serious.I walked toward my next class, fully aware that Lucas was following behind me. What did he want? I was too lazy to ask, especially since I was still in my silent phase after what had happened earlier.When we reached the classroom listed on my schedule, I finally turned around. I could no longer hold back my curiosity. “You’re not allowed to come into my class!” I declared, placing both

“Hi, Travis…” I called out, raising my voice slightly so the man with semi-dreadlocked hair could hear me. He turned toward me, his eyes widening as the arm he had been using to hold the woman beside him fell away. Then he walked toward me.“Are you Rose Watson? As in Rose? My friend from school in Texas?” he asked with an incredibly wide grin, as if he had just been possessed. He was wearing a black T-shirt, black trousers, and a white apron that read, *Baker of Mrs. Munn Bakery.* I nodded at him with a small smile, afraid to show too much emotion because I still had no idea who the woman beside him was.It wasn't even normal operating hours for most businesses yet. It was still six in the morning, far too early, but Travis had already opened his bakery and was dressed neatly in his uniform. “You look good!” he complimented when he reached me.“You look good yourself!” I replied as I pulled away from his embrace. The woman from earlier was watching every movement I made, and somehow,

I returned to Travis's bakery and helped him prepare several batches of bread. It turned out that Clair had a class to teach that afternoon because she was one of the assistant lecturers at the university nearby. She was already fully dressed and wearing makeup, looking so beautiful and attractive that I understood why I had initially assumed she was Travis's girlfriend.“What do you teach, Clair?” I asked. She was helping place the finished bread into branded packaging. The logo on every package read, *Mrs. Munn Bakery.*“I teach script editing in the literature department,” she answered casually. I stared at her in admiration.“Wow… you're an editor?” I asked.“More or less,” she replied. “But I like working here, even though that stingy man hasn't raised my salary in years.” She threw Travis a pointed look.“I pay you with love and affection, Clair,” Travis replied, laughing loudly. “You know that can't be measured with money.”Clair rolled her eyes. “Sure. Keep telling yourself th

My days here... are so peaceful. I have heard absolutely nothing from Travis. Alicia is the one who keeps me updated, for Travis promised he would reach out to her as soon as he had news.Each day, I breathe in fresh air and take in this place’s lovely atmosphere. It feels just like Switzerland—so soothing and calming. I even finished two paintings in just two days; isn’t that wonderful?I help Alicia with all the household chores. It turns out she works at a piercing parlor, employed by an older man who is incredibly skilled at tattoos and piercings. She told me she has learned so much from her boss.Alicia cannot cook at all and has always gotten used to buying her meals. I have taken charge of cooking instead, though she still buys all the ingredients we need. I do not dare wander far from this house, terrified that one of Dave’s spies might spot me.This is already the fifth day, and Alicia is starting to panic because there has been no word from Travis at all.“Do you think he mi