Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 567 Self-Preservation

On her third day there, she met someone. It was a Friday, and she came back to her small villa after school only to find a person covered in blood at her doorstep. The boy was wearing an expensive dress shirt and seemed to be a scion of a wealthy family who was being pursued by his enemies. He also looked like a Charic. Her mom had told her to help out fellow countrymen when abroad and a host of other things... but her life was more important. Despite feeling sorry for him, Cecelia chose to protect herself, because what if she was also targeted for retaliation? She threw a bottle of medicine at him from inside the house and called the ambulance, but the bottle of medicine hit Yozan on the head. Yozan had thought that this young girl, who looked quite kind, would help him, but he never expected her to be so clever. The impact from the bottle made his discomfort even worse.

"I..." His voice was hoarse, and he was about to reach out, but Cecelia yelled at him from behind the window with a look of nervousness on her face.

"Okay, stop. I know you may be seriously injured, and I've called the police for you, but... um, don't come over, and don't say you know me. It's not easy for a young girl like me to live alone abroad. Let's just be strangers."

Cecelia laughed nervously and quickly closed the window. Yozan never expected to encounter such a ridiculous situation, but fortunately, the ambulance arrived quickly, and he was carried away on a stretcher. Before leaving, he took a deep look at the window, where a figure could be seen vaguely moving.

"Is she so afraid of death?" He smirked and let out a hoarse laugh.

Cecelia thought she had gotten herself into big trouble because she had been feeling like someone was following her recently. Every day after school, she would look around to make sure she was safe before continuing on her way. As she walked, she silently cursed her father for buying a villa in such a remote location.

"I pray for my safety as a young girl living alone abroad," she closed her eyes and prayed, but the next second, she bumped into someone's chest.

Cecelia lifted her head and saw a boy in front of her with a smile on his face, looking at her with amusement. "Why are you praying?"

Cecelia's face turned red, and because she didn't know the boy in front of her, she stepped back warily.

"Who are you?" Cecelia asked.

Pointing at his own name tag and spreading his hands, the boy said with a shrug, "Your classmate."

Cecelia was too nervous to notice that the boy was wearing the same school uniform as her, and he looked particularly handsome in it with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. His height of 6 feet 1 inches could make anyone fall for him.

The boy called her by her name so easily that

only did you follow me, but you also investigated

looking a bit helpless. He wondered if this girl was really the second-ranked student in their class. Cecelia glanced at his name tag, where she saw his name, Yozan

did you follow

Yozan said naturally, taking Cecelia's bag and slinging it over his

my bag! Give it

weighed the bag in his hand and asked, "What's

do you ask

I'll look inside myself,"

Cecelia quickly grabbed his hand and

"Books," she explained.

"And?" Yozan asked.

"A camera," Cecelia said.

"What else?"

pads,"

and decided not to ask any

foreign women's admiring glances. Cecelia looked at

going the same way as me? I'm almost home now,"

of her villa, she looked a bit helpless. "What's your purpose for following me? I know I'm beautiful, but you don't have

the gate next to Cecelia's villa with a snap, cutting her off

neighbors. Nice to meet you..." Cecelia laughed awkwardly,

looked up and saw that the boy had already gone inside his villa. She was left standing alone