Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1852

Colby raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He extended a hand towards Sophie, making her think he was being kind. But just as she reached for it, he snatched it back with a teasing grin, sending another splash of water flying. This time, it was even bigger than before.

"Ahhhh!" Sophie shrieked, flailing around in the fountain and angrily smacking the water. Colby couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. There was something undeniably satisfying about a little harmless revenge.

Not far off, the red-haired guy from earlier rushed over, concern etched on his face. He quickly helped Sophie out of the fountain, fussing over her. "Sophie, what happened? Are you okay?"

He draped his jacket over her shoulders, shielding her from the cold. Colby watched the scene unfold, a strange feeling gnawing at him. They really were childhood friends, their bond unshakeable.

the ruckus grew, Colby's mom appeared, her expression stern. "Colby, what's going on? You can't just

who was now wrapped in Harold's comforting

don't accept your apology!" Sophie snapped, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Colby felt the thrill of his prank fade away, replaced by an uncomfortable mix of

just met Sophie, something about her tugged at his heartstrings. It was a strange feeling, like

everyone had escorted Sophie away, Colby wandered to the greenhouse where his grandfather lovingly tended to his roses. The greenhouse was always locked

the lock and slipped inside. The greenhouse was filled with roses of every kind, but his grandfather's prized

leaving the greenhouse. A voice in his head kept urging him not

comforting Sophie. Just like that, his resolve to