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The Sudden Chill of My Suitor

The Sudden Chill of My Suitor

Clement Hurley

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On the campus website, this post was pinned by a group of busybodies and quickly went viral. There were many responses, with the most common speculation being that this man has found another target.

Chapter 1 I Didn't Mean It

The post on the campus website was pinned by a group of gossip-loving onlookers and quickly went viral. The post drew many responses, with most speculating that the guy had shifted his attention to someone new.

At that moment, I was sitting on my dorm bed, reading through the flood of replies. I knew the post was made by Claire Green, a female from the dorm next door.

As for the reason why he suddenly became cold, I was sorry to admit that it was because of me. Don't misunderstand. I was neither a scheming girl nor a person who liked to snatch other people's lovers. When I chased Kevan, he and Claire were not a couple.

It all started one afternoon a month ago.

Claire and I were classmates. She often showed off in class that there was a senior from the International Department who was chasing after her.

The International Department, as the name suggested, involved studying abroad for two more years after completing domestic courses.

These students were from rich families and didn't lack money at all. Naturally, they were quite popular among the schoolmates.

Claire and I were just ordinary classmates, and I wasn't impressed by her boasting.

I just felt a little bit of pity for this poor senior in my heart. Out of all the people, why did he have to pursue her?

Everyone knew that Claire was best at play with affection. She neither agreed nor refused, and was really good at playing the game of ambiguity.

"Wow! Isn't that a designer bag from a luxury brand? Kevan is really good to you."

I sat behind them, listening to the flattery that others showered on Claire, feeling numb inside.

I couldn't remember clearly which time it was this month already, but I had pretty much learned the process by heart. Claire would casually show off a gift from Kevan Green, the surrounding females would express their envy, and Claire would shyly lower her head, desperately explaining their relationship.

Great, now it was time for the third act.

"Oh, stop it, we're not like that. We're just friends. Besides, I give him gifts too."

Claire's explanation sounded extremely feeble to me. If keychains and the buns from the cafeteria could also be regarded as reciprocal gifts among classmates, then they were truly innocent.

I couldn't understand their feelings by experiencing them as if they were my own.

When I left the dorm that afternoon, a showy red Ferrari was parked at the entrance. No need to guess, it was an International Department student's car. They were wealthy, flamboyant, and loved making a grand spectacle of everything. The car was just like its owner, equally ostentatious.

I was carrying a pile of study materials, heading to the library to secure a spot, and the more rushed people were, the more likely accidents were to happen. Unfortunately, at the dorm entrance, I collided with a guy who seemed even more hurried than I was.

At the very moment when we collided, the materials in my hands scattered in all directions, covering the whole ground.

I was furious. Was this guy in such a hurry to get somewhere?

I looked up angrily and saw a handsome yet adorably awkward face.

Well, how should I put it? It was just like having a bite of ice-cold ice cream in the sweltering noon of a hot summer, which extinguished the volcano that was on the verge of erupting in my heart.

Nothing else, he was just my type.

I looked up, gazing into his eyes, and asked, "What's your name?"

He looked at me, somewhat embarrassed, "I didn't mean to."

His voice was music to my ears, perfectly matching my taste.

I tried to keep my cool and continued, "What's your name? Which department are you in?"

He stared at me for a moment, then smiled, "Kevan Green, International Department, Finance Management Class A, enrolled in 2018."

Holding my gathered materials, I looked at his face and pretended to be calm, "Kevan, alright, I've got you in my mind."

With that, I left with my stuff. Kevan, the name sounded familiar. Wasn't he the unlucky guy pursuing Claire? He was a nice young man and seemed quite smart. Why was he so silly?

I was a straightforward person. I would do whatever I liked and boldly pursue whoever I liked.

Through various inquiries, I dug up everything about Kevan's background.

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