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.

what's going on? You can't just bully a girl like that. Go apologize to Sophie

Sophie, who was now wrapped in Harold's comforting embrace, and said with a casual shrug, "Sophie,

tears. Colby felt the thrill of his prank fade away, replaced by

like he had two voices in his head. One wanted to keep

roses. The greenhouse was always locked at

but his grandfather's prized creations were unique. Not knowing much about roses, he grabbed some scissors and clipped away,

wrapping paper nearby and carefully bundled the roses together before leaving the greenhouse. A voice in his head kept urging him not to

the second-floor hallway, listening to the distant sound of the red- haired guy comforting Sophie. Just like that, his resolve