Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1892

When Harold saw what was going on, his face turned as dark as a storm cloud.

There, in the cafeteria, Sophie was chatting and laughing with some guy who was clearly trying to charm her. Harold couldn't stand it anymore and made a beeline for them. Everyone in the cafeteria froze, surprised by Harold's sudden entrance. He headed straight for Sophie and the guy she was with.

With a loud thud, Harold slammed his book onto the table. Sophie and the guy both jumped, clearly taken aback. They had no clue what Harold was up to.

Harold shot a fierce glare at the guy across from Sophie. Feeling the heat, the guy turned to Sophie and awkwardly asked, "Is this... your friend?"

Sophie, seeing Harold's intense expression, felt her temper flare up. "Harold, what's your problem?"

Harold ignored her, plopping down next to Sophie like he was marking his territory. "I'm her brother," he declared.

"Uh, nice to meet you, brother," the guy stammered, looking pretty shaken by Harold.

not your brother, and you need to back off from my sister. It

guy's face fell even more. "I'm sorry! Really sorry!" he blurted before practically running out of

dismissive snort. "What's with

“What do you know? He's

guy." Harold and Sophie had gone to the same high school,

club, alright?" Sophie snapped, clearly fuming. "I'm done talking to

her meal. Harold was quick on her heels. "Sophie! Stop right there and explain what you mean by 'done talking

they got there, Sophie finally stopped. She faced

and now you're all over the place. Didn't I apologize enough

normal, and he'd let it go. But today was different. Why was

couldn't

Seeing Sophie about to cry, he suddenly remembered the last time he'd made her cry-it was when they were

is heart softened, and