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.

to his ward happily, wondering how Warren would react when he

as soon as I arrived, Alina stopped

four muscly bodyguards, as

as Sylvia's roommate and asked

and I were just pretending to be a couple, so I

for words, Alina sneered and accused me of being a lowly,

loud voice attracted the attention of whoever was in the

face turned red from the humiliation. For the first time in my life, I

myself, but everyone around us sided with

Alina asked her bodyguards to throw me out of

I could and wanted to leave

though I was garbage, even spitting on me before leaving. The whole time, the door to Warren's ward

how alone and helpless I felt at the time, disappointment and

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

but sneer. Looking down at my

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