Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Although Estrella was shocked, she maintained her composure. She had encountered Silas before; he appeared just as she remembered, with his casual short hair and ever-present, carefree smile. But she never anticipated that these two seemingly unrelated people would become entangled in such a trivial matter.

"Why are you in a hurry to say sorry? Weren't you adamant that you hadn't stepped on her?" Silas questioned, his tone laced with skepticism.

The culprit began to perspire nervously. "I started to doubt whether I had stepped on her because I didn't feel anything. Considering how slim she is and how thin her wrist is, it's possible that I didn't notice." "Oh?" Silas's gaze shifted to Estrella's wrist. After a moment's contemplation, he approached and carefully examined her wrist.

It was rare for a man to touch Estrella because of her charm and aloofness. The male students in class rarely teased her.

But Silas was different because he was fearless.

a jolt through

scared of me?" Silas asked, noticing

result of shyness than fear, though she wouldn't admit it. Their interaction seemed

the budding connection between Silas and Estrella, hastily apologized to

dating. Although Silas had a reputation as a playboy, it was the first time such rumors had surfaced about him having a girlfriend. That rumor spread for a few days, but

Silas's desk, asking if he wanted to be her boyfriend. Silas accepted her proposal,

found it increasingly difficult to read on, feeling somewhat detached from the

drawing in over five million readers in just

their romance surged, a mysterious organization called Silas Esti Love emerged. However, not everyone was supportive; former fans of Silas and Celine criticized Estrella, accusing her of being a homewrecker