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 it again, aren't

lively side of Aveline was something her classmates

but there was a lack of liveliness about her-like a goddess standing aloof,

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

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

such expressions around others, which showed how much

once commented on how similar she and

Aveline so poorly back then. Perhaps they'd still be friends. But Liora knew

shifted back to her usual coldness. "Joyce, stop messing around. Clean up your

serious face, Joyce didn't

quickly tidied, and someone else

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

"Aveline, you're leaving?"

much! Come back and visit

same people

identity, they

entirely. Their fake kindness wasn't worth

the class, who had approached her with ulterior motives, seemed

usual self, effortlessly charming. "My

You don't look alike at all," someone

and she takes

won everyone over. In fact, Joyce had just as many admirers back in New York as Aveline

need to talk to you,"

clamor surrounding Joyce,

of what she wanted.

I'm sorry. I failed our friendship. I

was prompted

past. You've suffered more than enough." Aveline's tone was

to do with me. I didn't know she'd treat you that way. If I had, I would've stopped

start to finish, Aveline had been the

walked away without a second glance. For those who