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

you a lesson! You're asking

Aveline was something her classmates had never seen before.

was a lack of liveliness about her-like a goddess standing aloof, untouched by the mundane

duo was mesmerizing. One cold and composed, the other warm and vibrant-they complemented

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

around others, which showed

had dimples, and Aveline once commented on how similar she and

only she hadn't treated Aveline so poorly back 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

serious face, Joyce didn't

someone else

spent over two months in this classroom, but she held no deep attachment to it. She'd only ever made one genuine

"Aveline, you're leaving?"

you so much! Come back

speakers were the very same people who

identity, they were

fake

the boys in the class, who had approached her with

self, effortlessly charming. "My

You don't look alike

Mommy, and she takes after Daddy. That way they

In fact, Joyce had just as many admirers back in New York as

I need to talk to you,"

surrounding Joyce, Liora

unsure of what she wanted.

our friendship.

sincere or if it was prompted by fear of retribution

past. You've suffered more

cousin's behavior had nothing to do with me. I didn't know she'd treat

avoiding blame. Friendship? From start to finish, Aveline

picked up her books. "I don't blame you." With that, she walked away