Flora's POV:

When we were done cleaning up our room, Sylvia retreated to the bathroom to take a shower.

With Sylvia gone, I felt lonely and sad.

I thought about what she said just now about how Warren really loved me. I sneered and clenched my fists angrily, inadvertently squishing the orange in my hand. Regret? Never.

I clenched my fists so hard that orange juice spurted everywhere, staining even the uniform I was planning to wear tomorrow.

I hurried to clean it up but felt even angrier with Warren.

When Warren was in a coma, his life was in fatal danger. I was so anxious that I didn't even dare to close my eyes or take a break for fear that Warren would suddenly stop breathing.

Later, when his condition had finally stabilized, I staggered out of his ward to finally have a meal.

When I came back, a nurse told me that Warren had woken up already. I was so happy that all my fatigue disappeared in an instant.

wondering how Warren would react when he

as soon as I arrived,

was guarding the door with four muscly bodyguards, as

roommate and

Warren and I were just pretending to be a couple, so I couldn't tell her I was his

I was at a loss for words, Alina sneered and accused me of being a lowly, gold-digging

attention of whoever was

red from the humiliation.

defend myself, but everyone

bodyguards to throw me out

wanted to

leaving. The whole time, the door to Warren's ward was open.

felt at the time, disappointment and rage

line with him, so he used Alina to show me how he truly felt

sneer. Looking down at my orange

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