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."

you can't catch me! Come

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

was something her classmates

a lack of liveliness about her-like a goddess standing

was mesmerizing. One cold and composed,

dimples when she smiled.

showed

and Aveline once commented on how similar she

they'd still be friends. But Liora knew she had been

her

face, Joyce didn't dare to argue. "Alright,

and someone else

this classroom, but she held no deep attachment to it. She'd only ever made one genuine friend here, and even

"Aveline, you're leaving?"

much! Come

the very same people who had gossiped

they knew Aveline's true identity, they were eager

Their fake kindness

the boys in the class, who had approached her with ulterior motives, seemed more genuine than

was her usual self, effortlessly charming. "My sister's always been this cold. Don't take

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

like Mommy, and she takes after Daddy. That way

easygoing personality quickly won everyone over. In fact, Joyce had

I need to talk to you,"

clamor surrounding Joyce, Liora quietly approached

unsure of what she

I'm sorry. I failed our friendship. I owe you an

was sincere or if it was prompted by

You've suffered more

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

about avoiding blame. Friendship? From start to finish, Aveline had been the only one treating her

With that, she walked away