Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1793

Odie tagged along behind Sophie as they walked into the university building, catching curious stares from the freshmen milling around.

"Who's that guy acting all sneaky, like he's in some spy flick?" one student whispered, as others looked on with suspicion. The guys, especially, couldn't help but think: What a creep.

Odie kept his eyes fixed on Sophie's back, not letting up for a second as they moved through the bustling corridor. He watched her hand in her registration forms and then turn to leave the orientation area.

"Hey, where's your paperwork?" someone called out, stepping in front of Odie with a skeptical look. They'd seen him trailing behind the pretty girl and were trying to figure out what was going on.

Eastwood University was known for its good-looking students, but shadowing someone across the campus was taking it too far.

"Paperwork?" Odie frowned, momentarily forgetting about the whole freshman registration thing.

his arms. "Yeah, the registration papers. What class are you in? Got your

letter from his backpack like it was no

look-over and

mood to hang around. He was more interested in where Sophie

here?" he asked, sounding

"If you'd

letter, ready to leave, but the staff member added, "You're in Finance,

surprised. "Same class?

started to wonder if there'd been a mix-up, it hit him—this was just a dream, vivid as it seemed. Why was he

about their high school days, eager to make new friends

by the window, casually folding little paper rabbits. The

talked, Sophie seemed uninterested in joining