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.

cut him off, "I'm not your brother, and you need to

sorry! Really sorry!" he blurted before practically running out

was gone, Harold let out a dismissive snort. "What's with your taste in friends? Getting cozy with a guy like

“What do you know? He's a friend from

I don't remember this guy." Harold and Sophie had gone to the

my club, alright?" Sophie snapped, clearly fuming.

was quick on her heels.

way to the academic building. Once they got there, Sophie finally stopped. She faced Harold, looking

me since this morning, and now you're all over the place.

to normal, and he'd let

Harold couldn't put his

felt this way. Seeing Sophie about to cry, he suddenly remembered the last time

is heart softened, and