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.

"Colby, what's going on? You can't just

comforting

eyes glistening with unshed tears. Colby felt the thrill of his prank fade

was a strange feeling, like he had two voices in his head. One wanted to keep teasing her, and the other was filled

lovingly tended to his roses. The greenhouse was always locked at night, but Colby remembered how, back in the States, roses were the go-to apology

kind, but his grandfather's prized creations were unique. Not

nearby and carefully bundled the roses together before leaving the greenhouse. A voice in his head

Just like that, his resolve to apologize properly faded. He