Chapter 304
Sebastian Evans crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.
"Nice moves on the dance floor. Still have energy to worry about us?"
Ethan Roscente's face was expressionless.
"The commotion was hard to ignore."
Sebastian shrugged indifferently.
"Just a rejection. Not my first. You know Sophia's temper better than I do."
Half of Ethan's face was hidden in shadow.
"I told you, you never had a chance."
Sebastian's lips curved into a smirk.
"The harder the challenge, the more I want it. One failure just means I try again. I'll succeed eventually."
Ethan let out a cold laugh.
"Be careful you don't fall to your death before you reach the top."
"At least it would be a thrilling death. You know what's truly pathetic?"
Ethan narrowed his eyes.
Sebastian gave a light laugh.
"What's pathetic is someone who never even gets rejected, just pretends to be above it all. Too bad, no matter how convincing the act, no one actually cares."
He pulled open the car door.
Before leaving, he rolled down the window.
"Remember to walk your girlfriend back to her dorm. Kiss her a few more times for good measure. Sell the act. Be professional, alright?"
The car's taillights disappeared into the night.
Ethan clenched his fist.
Fiona Valentine found him.
"Why did you come out? Aren't you cold?"
"Needed some air."
"It's over. Thank you for accompanying me…"
"Yeah. Let's go."
"Where to?"
"Your dorm."
Ethan turned and walked away.
Fiona was stunned for a moment, then quickly caught up.
"Wait for me…"
That night, three men lay awake.
Sophia Sullivan had left early, heading straight to the lab.
She finished processing two sets of data before going home.
She took a shower and got into bed.
She played on her phone and read the news.
Then she turned off the light and went to sleep.
She slept soundly through the night.
…
Early class the next day.
The alarm hadn't gone off, but Sophia woke up naturally.
She washed up and got dressed.
The fridge was empty, so she went to the cafeteria for breakfast.
She ran into Hannah Morse.
"Morning, Sophia!"
"Morning~"
At the counter, Sophia placed her order.
"One mini steamed roll, corn, and soy milk."
Hannah pointed next to her.
"I'll have the same!"
Sophia was surprised.
"Stomach upset?"
"No…"
"You usually have five buns and two shaomai. Why so little today?"
Hannah fell silent.
Some truths are better left unspoken!
"Not very hungry… Let's go, Sophia, we'll be late."
"Okay."
In the classroom, they sat down to eat.
Sophia glanced at Hannah's tray.
That amount wouldn't even be a snack for her.
She'd be hungry within two hours.
After two classes.
Hannah sat perfectly still.
There was no sign of her getting a snack.
Sophia was amazed.
Really not hungry?
Hannah was screaming internally.
Starving! Potato chips, cookies, cake, spicy strips, chicken feet…
Must resist!
Sophia was completely unaware.
The next morning, Hannah again ate very little.
Sophia suddenly realized—
"Hannah, are you on a diet?"
"Yeah! Sophia, how come you eat so much and never get hungry, but I'm starving in half an hour?"
It's just not fair.
"Why the sudden diet?"
This wasn't like Hannah.
The Hannah she knew never had body image issues.
Sophia's gaze deepened.
"Are you seeing someone?"
Marcus Lawrence in the front row suddenly turned around.
His dark eyes were intense.
"With who?"
Hannah waved her hands frantically.
"No, no!"
"Do you have a crush on someone?"
Her tone was less certain this time.
Marcus frowned deeply.
"Don't let anyone fool you."
"No one would!"
Sophia advised gently.
"You can't diet like this. You need to cut back gradually, or you'll ruin your health."
Hannah patted her stomach.
"I think I'm getting used to it now…"
As she said this, she stared fixedly at Sophia's small cake.
…
Elsewhere, Hannah's father was worried.
His only daughter, raised in privilege.
She got whatever she wanted.
Her allowance was always generous.
So what if she was plump? It meant good fortune!
Anyone who said otherwise was just jealous!
But since last week, something was off…
His daughter's living expenses dropped from five figures to four.
He called to ask, and she said she was dieting.
Henry Morse spat out his tea.
He stood up abruptly.
"What? You're on a diet?"