Chapter 8 I’m in Big Trouble!
Zachary abruptly shoved her a few inches away. “Yvette watch your limits. Don’t do anything that diminishes your
your self–worth.
“I’ll get the driver to take you home.”
With that, he disregarded her, tossed his suit jacket on the bed, opened the window, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one with a metal lighter.
His cold demeanor left her feeling crushed. Yvette gazed at him with sadness. “Zachary, I’ve gone this far. Don’t you see what I’m trying to say?
“Everything I’ve done has been of my own free will.”
“Moreover, I’m your fiancée. Shouldn’t I be doing these things?”
things that
Zachary glanced at the drink in his hand, his eyes empty of any passion as he looked at her. It was as if even if Yvette were to stand before him unclothed, he would feel nothing. “Yvette… there are can be done, but not right now. I’m just not in the mood.
“Put your clothes on. If you don’t want to leave, have the servant prepare a guest room for you.”
“Zachary, why won’t you come near me?” Yvette called out, watching as the man headed toward the study room without a glance back.
When the study door shut, her eyes filled with pain she could no longer conceal and tears started to gather.
At night…
Jocelyn didn’t rest well tonight. She tossed and turned, her face twisted in discomfort as she murmured in her sleep, “No… stay away.
“Ah!” Jocelyn jolted upright, her forehead slick with cold sweat, strands of hair clinging to her cheeks. Breathing heavily, she scanned the dim room, listened to the wind howling outside, and heard the rain drawing near. The room felt slightly suffocating, but thankfully, it was only a nightmare.
She hurriedly got up and shut the window. Over the past few days, she had been plagued by the same recurring nightmare–being tormented by a man until she longed for death, only to be left in a filthy trash heap. The suffocating sensation left her deeply uneasy
With her mouth dry, she made her way to the kitchen and gulped down a large glass of water.
Gradually, her racing heart began to calm down.
Checking the time, she saw it was just a bit past three in the morning.
Since she had classes the next day, she decided to go back to sleep with the light on for a short while.
In her haze, she heard the alarm ring at half past five. Feeling groggy and heavy–headed, Jocelyn shuffled
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to the bathroom to freshen up. After taking fifteen minutes to get ready, she put on her clean school uniform, grabbed her backpack, and rushed to the bus stop. Thankfully, she arrived just seconds before the bus departed, barely making it in time.
On the early morning bus, there were still few passengers. Jocelyn typically chose a seat near the back door to enjoy the view outside. However, at the next stop, a group of elderly ladies unexpectedly boarded the bus. Noticing this, she quickly stood up and offered her seat.
Just three stops later, the bus was completely packed with people.
The driver shouted, “Everyone, please move in, make room for more passengers!”
Jocelyn stood near the back door, pressed into a corner by the crowd. She clutched her backpack tightly. As the bus took a sharp turn, she didn’t have time to grab the railing and was thrown backward, unexpectedly colliding with a hard chest, accompanied by a familiar scent.
It’s Christian!
Jocelyn held her breath, her heart racing wildly in that instant.
Christian was dressed in a black school uniform with a different school badge on his chest. He had rolled. up his sleeves and was carrying a shoulder bag, leaning against the handrail by the side. Standing nearly six feet tall, his determined gaze was fixed on the view outside the bus.
The girl, petite and slender with a long ponytail, appeared to be shielded by the boy behind her, providing her with a sense of security. His presence created a small, protective bubble around her, keeping others at a distance.
As the bus rocked back and forth, Jocelyn had no stable grip and could only lightly grasp the pole that Christian was holding.
She lowered her head, a faint, involuntary smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. The familiar scent, combined with the clean smell of laundry detergent, brought her a sense of comfort.
Christian was the only person who, in her previous life, stood by her unconditionally, no matter how bad things got.
Despite her unforgivable actions, he was the only one who told her, “No matter what you become, you will always be the person I cherish most.”
In his past life, when Christian became a billionaire tycoon in the tech industry, he once spent hundreds of millions just to celebrate her birthday.
Even Zachary had never done anything like that for her
Jocelyn thought about everything that had happened before. Without realizing it, the bus had reached the entrance of the school. She was so deep in her thoughts that she only got off when the bus came to a halt. She moved at a slow pace, and the person behind her seemed unsure about passing her, almost like they were trailing behind.
When she got closer to the school entrance, she came to a halt.
“Christian,” she said, finding the courage to call out his name.
When she glanced over her shoulder, Christian had a blank look on his face as he walked by, ignoring her presence entirely.
He moved swiftly, and she couldn’t keep up with him even with a few quick steps,
By the time she got through the school gate, Christian was already stationed there with a red armband, performing his duties as a student monitor, checking the school badges of those entering and leaving.
He appeared to have no intention of recognizing her now, likely due to the harsh things she said previously.
Feeling somewhat downcast, Jocelyn kept her head down and entered the school.
Throughout the school day, she looked for a chance to privately apologize to Christian.
She missed several opportunities to find the right moment.
In the morning, time slipped away while she was lost in thought, and in the afternoon, Jocelyn was busy with a test. Sitting in the back row, she watched Christian’s class play basketball on the playground.
The test was a quiz with half a sheet of paper to be completed in twenty–five minutes, covering basic math skills.
Jocelyn’s desk mate gently nudged her, saying, “Josie, what are you staring at? You need to start writing on your paper. It’s almost time to submit it
Jocelyn snapped back to reality, realizing that her test paper was still completely blank.
She quickly focused and began by writing her name on the paper.
All of a sudden…
She wrote down Christian’s name!
Margot saw this and looked at her in shock, saying, “Jocelyn, are you out of your mind? Do you even know
whose class this is?
“Why did you write Christian’s name?”
Jocelyn desperately tried to erase it with tape, but the ink from the ballpoint pen wouldn’t come off no matter what she did.
She ended up crossing out the name and quickly moved on to answer the rest of the questions with the remaining time.
Before she could complete the first three questions, the papers were already being collected.
As the test papers were collected, Jocelyn’s mind was consumed with one thought.
I’m in big trouble!
