Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1802

Suddenly, Odie reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. It was as if this was the only way he could find even a bit of calm. The suddenness of it left Sophie momentarily stunned.

"What's up with you?" Sophie asked, a bit baffled. "Did you get out of bed on the wrong side this morning?"

Odie kept holding onto her, not letting go. "Seriously, what's going on? Do you need me to take you to the nurse?"

"Just don't talk," Odie murmured in a low voice. "Let me hold you for a little while."

Sophie could feel her legs starting to ache. Odie was a good head taller than her, and if she wasn't standing on tiptoe, her whole head would probably be buried in his chest. "Could you ease up a bit? I can hardly breathe here," Sophie gasped.

Who wakes up and feels the need to hug a near-stranger like this, she wondered. Maybe sensing she was about to pass out, Odie suddenly let her go, looking a bit surprised at himself. Sophie instinctively stepped back, almost stumbling.

might be stuck in this dream forever. But when Sophie appeared, she seemed to be the anchor of this world

fever? You look a bit flushed," Sophie said, reaching out to check his forehead. But Odie quickly swatted her

I'm sick?" Odie said, his face a bit stern. "Don't sneak up on

history of mental illness, which would explain your odd behavior? I get it, it's not something you

mental issues," Odie said, rolling his eyes. What was Sophie thinking? Her thoughts seemed to jump from one thing to another, all kinds of wild ideas popping

ill, just that lots of people have a family history of

a bit exasperated. He didn't want to

family history of mental illness. Second, that's not why I'd jump off

earnestly.

making a path. "Go to class, stay away