Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1891

After mulling it over, Harold decided to act on his thoughts the very next day. Since the Aldridge family estate was closer to Eastwood College, Sophie had been living there pretty much every day since she started university, heading to classes with Harold.

That morning, Harold was the first one downstairs for breakfast. Normally, he'd be the one to wake Sophie up. But today, he didn't, and as a result, Sophie slept in an extra fifteen minutes. If not for her body clock, she might have snoozed even longer.

When Sophie finally came down, her hair was still all over the place. The housekeeper was a bit surprised by her disheveled look and glanced at Harold, asking, "Mr. Harold, didn't you wake Ms. Sophie today?"

"I'm not her nanny. Why should I always be the one to wake her?" Harold retorted as he finished his breakfast and grabbed his bag to leave.

The housekeeper was taken aback, and Sophie was too. What on earth was Harold's problem this morning? But with time ticking, Sophie just grabbed a piece of toast and dashed out the door, not wanting to be late for school.

"Ms. Sophie! Watch your step!" the housekeeper called out.

"Yeah, yeah, I know!" Sophie shouted back, as she hurriedly hopped into the car.

Her face was clouded with annoyance. She had already apologized for whatever it was yesterday. Yet here Harold was, acting like he'd woken up on the wrong

turning to stare out the window. Sophie, just as stubborn, shot back, "Fine, let's see how long you can go without talking to

he never went a whole day without speaking to her. She was curious

pretending not to know one another back in

a day without bickering

two usually

they go a whole

so pigheaded. There really was no need for this. And Sophie genuinely

cafeteria alone. A couple of Harold's friends came over, asking, "Did you guys have

would I fight with her?" Harold

make up with Sophie; she's going to be

he might grind his teeth to

friends looked confused.