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When I sat down across from him, he looked up with wide eyes. "'sup?" he mumbled. "Not much. Just bored. Thought you looked bored, too. So ..." I started picking at my nail polish. A few tables away, several kids watched us. Whatever, I thought. Bobby looked around as if to see what was really going on. I followed his gaze to my lunch table. Isaac stared at us, deep grooves in his forehead. "Looks like your boyfriend can help you with your problem." "He's not my boyfriend," I said defensively. "Hey, I just wanted to talk."

Just then, Trixie inserted herself into the conversation, saying, "Her boyfriend's right there, Dylan. Why are you holding on to her so tightly?" I stiffened at her words, and I tried my best to free myself from Dylan's arms. Yet my body felt like jelly; I could only wiggle around uselessly in his embrace. Dylan's Adam's apple bobbed as I struggled pathetically against him, and I could feel him tightening his grip around my waist. Blake's face contorted, his expression darkening. He forced himself to smile and said sternly, "Let go, Dylan. I'll take her elsewhere so she can rest."

"How much do you owe? If you let me go, I can help you pay it back." For a moment, he looked stunned. Then, he burst out laughing. His parents did the same, too. Norris raised his hand and gestured a number in front of me. "Eight million dollars. Now, how exactly are you planning to help me pay that back? Sell a kidney or two?" I ignored their mockery and confidently said, "I can do it, but first, you need to let me make a call." He sized me up and down, only to slap me across the face. "Trying to dial 911, huh? We're not that dumb, bitch! You're just an office worker—how will you possibly gather eight million dollars?"

Not a single private touch. He played the perfect boyfriend all day, helping Mom with chores around the house, watching TV cuddled up with her on the couch, even agreeing to run errands with her in the afternoon. I stayed home alone, pacing my room like a caged animal, checking my phone every few minutes like a pathetic addict waiting for a fix. The screen stayed dark. No messages. No secret knocks on my door. Just agonizing silence that made the ache between my legs even worse.

Take him away. They dragged Gabriel toward the exit as he struggled violently. "No! Evelyn! Evelyn Harper, listen to me! I love you! I really do! Just give me another chance!" His voice gradually faded until it disappeared at the end of the hallway. I stood where I was and took a deep breath. My three-year relationship with Gabriel ended just like that. No—perhaps this was never a relationship but a carefully designed scam from the very beginning. The door opened, and Uncle Sebastian walked in. He looked at me with concern. "Are you alright?"

Before getting in himself, he flashed Spencer a smile. As the car drove away, Spencer stood there motionless for a long time. As Dennis drove, Sam turned to Ariana. "Ari, I feel like just being 'boyfriend and girlfriend' isn't quite enough. Once we're married, they'll have no choice but to accept it. What do you think?"

I yelled as I broke free from his grasp. But he could not accept this and tried to barge into my house. Just then, another familiar person showed up. It was River. He pulled me behind him and shielded me. “Who are you? What are you doing?” asked River in hostility as he glared at August. August was stunned. He was not expecting someone else to show up. “I’m Casey’s boyfriend. Who are you?” Refusing to back down, August retorted. “He’s not!” I shot back without hesitation. “Enough, August! We no longer have anything to do with each other!”

“What the heck?! You scared me! You’re like a toilet clog—sinking and surfacing out of nowhere!” “You’re so mean, friend! You really do love me.” Lovebel pouted. “Well, you just popped up out of nowhere.” Our old toilet was like that—one whole bucket of water and it still wouldn’t flush. “Who were you peeking at in there? Is there a hottie?” Lovebel stretched her neck trying to peek inside. “There is.” Sven’s handsome, and my boyfriend even more so. “See? You’re so selfish. You’ve been in there with a hottie and didn’t even call me.”

Wendy Little was not the only one who could bask in the sun. “Dear, why are you standing outside?” Max Little, my boyfriend, carried a large watermelon as he ran toward me anxiously. He looked at me in concern. It was the first day of Wendy switching her senses with me. On the very same day during my previous life, I had yet to get a check-up at the hospital. I also did not realize that this was Wendy’s plot. My so-called nice boyfriend immediately ran to the fruit shop at the entrance of the neighborhood when I claimed that I felt hot. He wanted to buy me a watermelon. He was really good at pretending to be considerate and caring.

Kelsey's question interrupted her thoughts. "It's better this way, sex between us would complicate things ... I'm not gonna be his fuck buddy, I can't do that, I need a boyfriend ... that's what I need, and Preston is not that person, you know what I mean?" Kelsey nodded, "Yeah, I guess I can see it from your point of view to me sex is just fun if you can have fun with your best friend ... why not, you're young and inexperienced, the more experience you can get the better."