Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 318

Engrossed in their discussion, Ava and Frank unconsciously drew many complex gazes from the students nearby.

Countless looks of envy, jealousy, and disdain were all cast their way..

Not far from the pair, two girls engaged in a relentless whisper, their conversation a tapestry of speculation. Their gazes were anything but discreet as they remained fixated on the man seated across from Ava.

One of the girls held a book in one hand, a pen in the other, and a notebook was placed on her side. This pair was none other than the identical girls who had approached Frank earlier.

There was another girl who was sharing the table with them. Together, the three women instantly formed a gossip group.

The girl majoring in broadcasting scoffed angrily as she said, “What is the big deal? He is just taken. There was no need for him to act all high and mighty just now.”

Her female companion, who was more pragmatic, advised her as she said, “Concentrate on your studies. He might just be reserved. If he responded to your greeting, would that not be disingenuous?”

In any case, this girl felt that the man’s actions were proper. Having a girlfriend while entertaining advances from others was certainly disingenuous behavior. Pursuing one individual at a time was the only fair approach.

The girl, who was sharing the table, briefly glanced toward the couple. In a hushed tone, she asked, “Are you discussing the couple over there?”

The broadcasting major girl remained dissatisfied. It was her first time encountering a man who treated her with such indifference. Annoyed, she pursed her lips and replied, “Yeah, do you know that guy?”

She had heard of Ava’s name before, as Ava was renowned for her beauty and amiability. Besides, Ava also had many admirers. It was said that the pursuits of others did not easily sway Ava. However, she had never met or seen this specific guy before. He had even indicated he was not from their institution, implying his association with another. His handsomeness would have garnered him fame if he were from Sapphire City University.

The girl at their table retrieved her phone and shared an online forum post with the pair. The post featured a picture of Ava and the other person, Frank. The image portrayed Ava clutching a mask while the individual gently wiped her tears. The man’s gaze seemed tender, and it was laced with a trace of indulgence and anguish.

“They are a couple. There’s no doubt after seeing them together,” the broadcasting major girl asserted, preempting the need to see the photo for confirmation.

The girl at their table divulged information in a low voice, saying, “No, they are not. A student of the computer science department told me that Ava initially pursued the man but was subsequently rejected. She feigned distress, and then the man had initiated pursuit here.”

This was the nature of gossip. With each recount, the information morphed from one iteration to the next to a point where the truth became murky.

Different versions circulated among social groups, and the emotional consequences of these tales were often disregarded.

“So, she pursued them first. That explains it” the broadcasting major girl responded with a blend of scorn and disdain.

A look of curiosity was plastered on the girls’ faces. “What’s the chatter

them. One of them inquired curiously, “Are you guys

tendency. It’s more entertaining when we share information with one

would undoubtedly oblige. The girls at the table began to

voice was naturally low, creating an impression of gender ambiguity. After hearing the gossip tale, Alex corrected the group, saying, “You have all the facts wrong. Where did you pick up this misinformation? It’s entirely off the mark. Let me correct this for you. The man did not reject Ava. This person noticed her when she visited her sister’s

get closer to Ava. On the day of the competition, the man even arranged for a delivery rider to present Ava with 11 roses. Eleven roses, you grasp the significance, don’t you? It

and reluctant belief. After all, Alex had delivered her account with such precision and conviction. Alex’s version of events appeared

broadcasting major girl was consumed by envy. What was Ava’s secret? It boiled down to slightly enhanced looks, tinged with innocence and sweetness. She, too, possessed

genuine. The episode involving the II roses was also accurate. Alex

yet persevered. The second is that he hailed from a city beyond Sapphire City’s borders. Curiosity spurred her to address Alex and ask. “He’s not affiliated with Sapphire City, am I right? He stated he was from Homeschooled University, but where is

mask. Alex’s countenance registered surprise. She asked, “Which

broadcasting major

certain about the name?” Alex questioned. She found herself increasingly puzzled. The

over there. Anyway, focus on your studies. I’m heading out. Oh, and keep this information to yourself. These are insider information. Ironically, some people believed that Ava was the one

departure, the trio of girls released sighs of contemplation. They pondered why such a handsome individual

she messaged Ava, asking [Hey, could you

desk disrupted her focus. She sneakily stole a glance at the

and check it,” Frank gently said as he halted

motion and expression of Ava was perceptible to Frank. Nothing eluded his attention, and he was

her phone, a

approach Frank to clarify this?” Yet something about the message felt peculiar. After rereading it several times, she surrendered

eyelashes fluttered gently, and her gaze flowed tenderly as

prompted Frank to momentarily pause his lecture, a fleeting grin curving his lips.

faint buzz urged Ava to inspect her phone. Confronted with the words on the screen, she could no longer suppress her reaction. She placed her hand on the desk and buried her face within her arm, her shaking

the desk. He folded his arms across his chest and

unrestrained laughter, he

inquired,

him, and she pondered, “How did he think of this? So inventive.” Despite the lingering smile, her breathing remained uneven as she supported herself on her elbows, trained her gaze on the impassive Frank, and asked, “Where did you come up with

gaze, uttering a single word. With

replying, “I’m at home every day. Isn’t that akin to attending