How could Stuart not intervene?

But regardless of understanding, Campbell's greatest asset was his obedience. He simply did what Stuart told him to do.

Still standing there dumbfounded, Stuart waved his hand dismissively, "Alright, go back. You've done the job. From now on, if there's any benefit, you ask for it yourself." "Oh, okay then. I'll be off."

And just like that, Campbell found himself with a task, leaving without fully understanding why. He left with all his limbs intact, no broken bones.

Matthew immediately said, "Then, Stuart, I'll be heading off too. It's getting crowded here, not good to be seen too much around the school."

"Wait."

"Is... is there something else?"

"We haven't seen each other in days. How about we hit the tennis court, get some exercise?"

At that moment, Matthew didn't grasp the gravity of the situation.

Half an hour, an hour, two hours...

"Stuart, let's head back, that's enough."

"Continue."

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tennis court, Matthew could hardly

finally realized it was because he had wrapped his arms around someone he

really felt like hitting his

off scot-free, the instigator, while he, the victim, ended

to

performances had ended, and it was time for some free mingling. Soft music played, with

appeared, she caught the attention of

directly up to Morwenna, the epitome of a gentleman, "Hello, I'd

shook her head, declining,

to the buffet, grabbing some food before sitting down

approached, "Hello, may I have this dance

about ten minutes, four or five people had come up to

had anticipated, Morwenna indeed had her pick

Morwenna wasn't interested. She declined once more, her only desire to fill her stomach and then retreat to

walked away

discordant voice rang

high and mighty, getting asked to dance by a senior is an honor

a maid before, huh? To the uninformed, you might pass as some kind of dignitary's

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