Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1800

"Just messing with you."

Seeing how easily Sophie got flustered, Odie finally said with a casual air,

"Whether in the real world or in dreams, past or future, I'll never have the last name Smith."

Because Smith just didn't fit him at all.

"Okay, I don't need you tagging along today. Head back to your dorm."

Odie playfully ruffled Sophie's hair, leaving it in a mess.

Sophie stood there, a bit stunned, staring at her now tousled hair.

Doesn't need her around?

Then why did he drag her out here all this way?

She looked back at her dorm, a good kilometer away, and suddenly thought, maybe minding her own business isn't so bad after all.

Odie strolled solo around campus, taking in the sights.

He ambled past the basketball courts, the main field, the two dining halls in the west wing, the café, and the little corner shop.

pleasant, a vibe he

stopped and, without looking back, sensed Sophie was

he'd made it clear he didn't

her distance, having

up

was worried you

what? That I'd jump off

a little bird pecking at

this school decided

hint of impatience, "Stop pestering me. Go back to your

you... promise not to

do you ask so many

in reality

such innocence, she might even end up counting money for the

"My brother said..."

with the 'my brother said' routine? Is Gordon so important that you hang on

paused, surprised, and asked, "Do you know

like he and Sophie were

and said, "Lots of people know my brother, but I don't think I've ever seen you. Where

"Greenfield."

each of Sophie's questions

curiosity, asked, "I've never been