Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 54: Her Protector

"His what?" I heard him, but I wanted to make sure.

"Protection?" Haze repeated, even more puzzled by the frown on my face. "You didn't know? Haven't you wondered why no one bothers you here even though you're alone? No one else could do that for you." Mason could, too. I wanted to say that but held back.

It had been a long time since I talked to Ash. I hadn't even seen him again, despite how clingy he used to be.

I wish I could forget everything he did for me, or at least how it felt when he was beside me... but his absence made me miss him even more. And I hate it.

A MONTH passed, and I had just finished enrolling for the second semester, so I decided to go up to the rooftop to get some air.

Time had passed just as quickly before Ash messed up my life. Now that he wasn't talking to me again, time seemed to speed up once more. The only difference is... I'm hurt as time goes on.

I couldn't even admit that I was hurt because of him, especially when I could see him from the rooftop, leaning on the rail, puffing his cigarette. "Thank you..." I muttered as I played with the hem of my shirt.

I should have said it to him long ago, but I only realized it now that he's stopped bothering me.

For all the times he helped ease the pain in my heart, for being there even when I wasn't calling him, and for saving me even when I didn't want to be saved anymore... I wanted to thank him for that.

I wasn't sure if he heard me. I could barely hear myself say it. Deep down, I was scared he would avoid me because he didn't want to see me anymore.

And that's exactly what happened.

He glanced at me but quickly looked away. He tossed his cigarette to the ground before walking past me as if he hadn't seen or heard anything.

it broke my heart even

you, Ash..." I muttered under my breath as he slammed the door, leaving me here alone, just like the

is, don't bring it here to class," our group leader lectured one of our members, who had been zoning out and making mistakes in our project

them briefly and noticed that they looked

may

during our enrollment day, but now here we were, working on an activity. I was taking my

finally escape from this hell called

Leslie, one of my group members, asked while typing on

responsible for the graphic design, while I handled

continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free.

replied shortly as I continued typing. I wasn't going to stop what

complained, and I just grinned as she suddenly started typing harder on

seemed like she was venting her frustrations because while I got placed in a reputable auditing firm, most of my classmates ended up in small,

all about talent and skills. That's what got me into one of the best auditing firms in town. They even offered to make

so hard. It was because of my grades. I knew that if I had good grades, more opportunities would come my

my future flooded my mind

on. Not those pointless things. Not the unfairness of life since

the auditing firm where I worked. My schedule there was

the weekend, but that didn't bother me. In fact, it was better because it gave me an excuse to leave the

I cursed when someone

before continuing to run into

making a pained face