Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Some of them couldn't take it any longer.

"Ethan! Evelyn is going too far! She's bullying Leah!"

Leah's eyes reddened. She spoke as if she had been wronged and was holding it in. "I'm fine, Ethan. I think Evelyn's just misunderstanding me." Ethan's cold gaze landed on me. The atmosphere became tense.

I looked at him emotionlessly. My fist clenched on instinct, and I mocked him silently. Now what? Was he going to speak up for Leah?

His gaze suddenly shifted to the ranking list. He stared for a while before looking at me. His brow furrowed. "You only scored this high in languages?"

He was stern, and his tone was upset. It sounded like he was mocking me. Was he saying this on behalf of Leah?

I wasn't having it. I scoffed and prepared to retort, but Ethan's brow relaxed. He said softly, "You did decent overall though. Keep it up."

"Huh?"

He spoke nonchalantly, as if he was talking about the weather. I was dumbfounded. I stared at him like I had seen a ghost. Had Ethan gone nuts?

He saw my confused expression and said coldly, "What's with you? If you've got nothing to do, go practice writing essays. Quit thinking about nonsense."

With that, he left and ignored everyone else's reactions. Looking at him walk away, everyone was confused. He was scolding me... right?

I was shocked, but I felt better looking at Leah.

She was young now and wanted to maintain her youthful gentleness. However, her expression was warped. Her smile was forced.

I scoffed and dragged Lyla along as I left. When I got back to the classroom, Ethan's seat was empty. I flipped through the practice papers on the table. As I did, I noticed that they looked familiar. Wasn't this the set that my homeroom teacher gave me in my past life?

At the time, I was shocked. I was like the questions prepared were specifically designed for the topics I was weak in. Why would this be in the bag Ethan gave me?

Lyla

should be on his way to the airport

Antoine said as he adjusted his glasses. "Besides, he's not even taking

me. It felt like there was

I would boast to Ethan about even the smallest improvements I achieved, but he never reciprocated my excitement. He'd kick me down a notch

up at the ranking list and said I

meticulous! He even came to

She said

I see. How I wished to give myself a beating for letting my thoughts

"Back to studying!"

up with getting worked up and losing control of my life because of him!

after the third trial exam. He took a look at the ranking list and left in a hurry. He never

care, but I kept overhearing about his

is inviting him to his

him handle

overseas again. He's at some international conference. It's for a

everything about Ethan's whereabouts. Worse still, he just had to keep

ask for his help with homework, I would've switched seats ages ago! Though... had

in school during our senior year. I would pester him to teach me all the

made an outrageous

more work.

forget whose

was going to talk about this when I was just three months

father a hand, would you? Don't you

put down my pen and stuck my hand out,

cheap brand. Five sets could easily cost a few

enough to push Jack's buttons. He'd have to spend a fortune,