Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 900: The Charmer Joyce

"So, this is your school? It's actually pretty nice." Joyce didn't even mention how small

it was.

Aveline had been to Joyce's school before, and the difference between the two was like night and day.

Perhaps the distinct architectural style intrigued Joyce, for her curious gaze carried no hint of disdain.

Then Joyce's excitement took over. "Wow, this is Aveline's teaching building! A blue building, how interesting."

"Wow, this is Aveline's hallway."

"Wow, Aveline's desk!"

Aveline's face darkened. "You don't need to 'wow' at the desk."

"But it's different from ours! Let me help you tidy it," Joyce said with enthusiasm.

"Wow, this is a Clothville textbook!"

"If you 'wow' one more time, I might just pack a few extra workbooks for you to take back to New York."

"Aveline, how could you treat your adorable little sister so cruelly?"

The classroom was empty except for the two of them. Aveline, as always, indulged in playful banter with Joyce, her lips curling into a rare smile. Being with Joyce made her happiest.

"Aveline, you guys still use chalk here? Let me draw a big pig head for you." Joyce's school mostly used multimedia and oil-based pens, so chalk was a novelty to her.

Joyce grabbed a piece of chalk and effortlessly sketched a pig's head on the blackboard with her excellent drawing skills.

"You little troublemaker! Wipe it off!"

"No way! Aveline is a big pig head. La la la..." Joyce darted around like a mischievous monkey, while Aveline rubbed her temples, regretting asking her for help in the first place.

When the other students returned, they saw Aveline chasing Joyce down the hallway withartan eraser."

can't catch me! Come on,

weren't sore today, I'd teach you a lesson! You're asking for

side of Aveline was something her classmates had never seen before. They were

been beautiful, but there was a lack of liveliness about her-like a goddess standing aloof, untouched by

and composed, the other warm

Joyce, the girl with dimples when she smiled. This had to be the sister Aveline

expressions around others, which showed how much she genuinely cared

dimples, and Aveline once commented on how similar she

then. Perhaps they'd still be friends. But Liora

of the students returned, Aveline's demeanor shifted back to her usual coldness. "Joyce, stop messing around. Clean

didn't dare

quickly tidied, and someone else would

attachment to it. She'd only ever made one genuine friend here, and even

"Aveline, you're leaving?"

Come

the very same people

they knew Aveline's true identity, they were

them entirely. Their fake kindness wasn't

in the class, who had approached her with

usual self, effortlessly charming. "My sister's

twins? You don't look alike at all," someone asked

course not! I look like Mommy, and she takes after Daddy. That way they both get

quickly won everyone over. In fact, Joyce had just

I need to talk to you," a voice

Joyce,

regarded her coolly, unsure of

sorry. I failed our friendship. I owe you an

sincere or if it was prompted by fear of

the past. You've suffered more than enough."

nothing to do with me. I didn't know she'd treat

blame. Friendship? From start to finish, Aveline had been the

don't blame you." With that, she walked away without a second glance. For those who weren't sincere, she wouldn't waste her