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After a while, the deep emotional quiet of the room was suddenly broken by a loud, distinct rumble. Antonia blinked, her cheeks instantly turning a bright crimson as she realized her stomach had completely betrayed her. "I'm... I'm hungry," she confessed with a shy, embarrassed laugh. Portia stared at her for a split second before a genuine, unrestrained laugh escaped her lips. The beautiful, radiant sound filled the modern villa, completely shattering the lingering heavy tension of their earlier intimacy. "Come on," Portia murmured, her eyes crinkling with pure, unadulterated adoration as she stood up and pulled Antonia off the couch. "Let's see what we can do about that." They headed into the spacious, open-concept kitchen together, where Portia had previously arranged for the refrigerator to be fully stocked with fresh, local ingredients from the surrounding valley. For the next hour, the high-society heiress and the scholarship student worked in perfect synchronizatio

Portia gently wrapped her arms around Antonia, hugging her back tightly. Her smile didn't leave her lips for a single second as she looked down at the girl in her arms. "Aren't you hungry?" Portia asked softly. "I'm going to go cook something for you." Antonia just hummed, shaking her head a little against Portia's shoulder. "Hmmm. No," she sweetly added, her voice still thick with sleep. "I want more of your time." The soft, raw confession made Portia laugh softly, a beautiful, genuine sound that vibrated right through their shared warmth. "Alright, then. Let's stay like this for a moment," she murmured, pulling Antonia even closer against her chest, letting the blanket wrap securely around them both. They lay in the quiet room for a few minutes, listening to the steady, comforting crash of the ocean waves outside the glass walls. Suddenly, a small, knowing smile tugged at Antonia's lips as she pressed her ear right over Portia’s chest. "Your heart is screaming my name," An

Shivering but laughing uncontrollably, they finally headed back inside, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the tiled floor as they rushed to escape the cooling wind of the storm. The rainy afternoon was still raging outside, but the interior of the villa instantly transformed into a haven of comforting warmth.After taking a quick, refreshing shower to wash away the cold rainwater, they wrapped themselves in oversized, plush matching robes. Portia immediately set to work lighting the villa's modern fireplace, watching the amber flames crackle to life and cast a beautiful, flickering glow across the room.Antonia emerged from the kitchen holding two steaming mugs of rich, warm cocoa topped with melting marshmallows. She handed one to Portia and sat down cross-legged on the rug directly in front of the hearth. Portia settled closely right behind her, using her long legs to bracket Antonia's hips, pulling her back against her chest.They sat in a peaceful, loaded silence for a while, s

The first morning of the new semester arrived, and the sleek luxury sports car hummed softly as it rolled through the heavy iron gates of the elite university. The temporary peace of the coastal valley was over. The clinical, high-society atmosphere of the campus pressed against the windshield, forcing Portia's shoulders to square and her chin to lift as her flawless, untouchable mask of aristocratic frost fastened back into place. But beneath the surface, her campus armor was entirely different now. It wasn't built on isolation anymore—it was anchored by the girl sitting right beside her. Portia guided the sports coupe into the crowded student parking lot and brought the engine to a halt. As the purr of the car died down, they both noticed a shadow lingering near the concrete pillars. Tristan was already standing there, leaning against a railing as if he had been meticulously waiting for their arrival. He adjusted his tailored uniform blazer, a cruel, mocking smirk twisti

The suffocating chaos of the auditorium was left far behind as Portia’s luxury sports car cruised down the familiar, winding streets toward the modest neighborhood. For the first time, the sleek cabin was filled with the lively, energetic noise of a real family. With Antonia's mother and Monica joining them on the ride back home, the usual quiet hum of the high-end engine was completely drowned out by their celebratory chatter and Monica’s proud, booming laughter from the backseat. Portia kept one hand firmly on the steering wheel while her other remained tightly woven into Antonia’s over the center console, a breathtaking, radiant smile fixed on her lips the entire drive. The moment the car rolled to a stop by the familiar curb of Antonia's cozy house, the final remnants of the campus battlefield completely dissolved. They walked up to the porch together, and as Antonia opened the front door, the rich, savory scent of home-cooked food wrapped around them like an unconditional