Keh winced in pain. ‘D**n! Tiffany’s so ruthless!’ he thought


    Tiffany’s kick hadnded right where it hurt the most, making his previously overwhelming urges instantly recede, leaving Keh pale and gasping.


    And now, Tiffany was free. She red at Keh with fiery eyes that could burn through steel. “I canpletely ruin you, you know that?” she spat.


    Her fury was palpable, and that kick had been as strong as her rage allowed, though Tiffany had held back just enough to avoid causing irreversible damage.


    After all, if something serious happened to the sole heir of the Harper family, there’d be hell to pay.


    Keh took a few moments to recover, but the drug in his system was potent, and soon enough, the lust that had been temporarily suppressed began to surge back.


    Keh’s eyes, which had cleared for just a moment, darkened with renewed intensity as he stared at Tiffany with a ferocity that matched her anger.


    “You’re my fiancée.” Keh ground out through clenched teeth. “Isn’t it only right that I touch you?”


    Tiffany let out a bitterugh, the irony of it all almost too much to bear. She hadn’t kicked him hard enough. She should have ended this madness right then and there, no more words needed.


    “If you’re sick, get treated. If you’re so desperate, find Sandra. I’m sure she’d be more than happy to oblige,” Tiffany said, leaving the art room.


    But Keh wasn’t done. He wasn’t going to let her walk away so easily. He wanted to exin that he’d just escaped from Sandra’s grasp and that running into Tiffany here was pure coincidence.


    Keh didn’t dare to examine why he had run from Sandra, why he had resisted even though he was on the verge of losing control. He couldn’t and wouldn’t think about it too deeply.


    Finally, with a tortured expression, Keh looked at Tiffany and pleaded. “Help me.”


    Tiffany prided herself on being strong-willed, especially when it came to Keh. To her, he didn’t even deserve the satisfaction of a reaction, let alone her help.


    ‘Help him? What am I supposed to do? Hand me over him? The very idea’sughable,’ Tiffany sneered.


    But they were still on campus, and if Tiffany just walked out, there was a good chance Keh would follow her, creating a scene that neither of them could afford. She didn’t want to be dragged down with him in a public disy of insanity.


    So, Tiffany gritted her teeth, suppressing her rising anger.


    “Fine. Do you want my help? Come here!” she snarled, grabbing Keh by the cor and dragging him toward the back of the art room.


    In the corner was arge sink, always filled with murky water, used for cleaning brushes and palettes. Tiffany shoved Keh into the basin without ceremony.


    “Stay in there and cool off,” Tiffany said. “You cane out when your head’s clear.”


    Keh tried to climb out a few times, his drug-fueled lust making him desperate, but each time, Tiffany knocked him back with a solid blow from a nearby chair.


    Finally, twenty minutester, Keh blinked his eyes open, his gaze clear and lucid.


    Then Tiffan dropped the chair, casting onest disdainful nce at him before turning on her heel and leaving.


    Keh remained in the sink, water dripping from his hair as he sat there, dazed. Though his mind had been fogged by the drug, he was fully aware of everything that had happened.


    ‘How do I end up wanting her?’ Keh wondered, bewildered. If it had been any other girl in that room instead of Tiffany, would I have reacted the same way?’


    Keh fell silent, lost in thought. When he stepped out of the room, disarray.


    he found the once pristine art space now inplete


    Tiffany’s once serene and colorful painting of a peaceful town was now smeared with muddy footprints. The painting was ruined.


    When Zoe saw Tiffanyter, her eyes widened in disbelief. “Tiffany, do you get in a fight with the paint? What happened?”


    Tiffany’s lips twitched. “I’m incredibly unlucky.”


    It was rare to get a free pass during gym ss. Zoe tried pulling her into a game of badminton, but Tiffany, thinking it’d be cooler, decided to head to the art room to paint instead. ‘Who would’ve thought that my spur-of-the-moment decision would end up attracting Keh,’ she thought.


    “Forget it. I’ll head back and change first.” Tiffany shook her head. She wasn’t about to tell Zoe what had just happened. But as she walked away, Tiffany couldn’t help but think about Sandra. Keh being drugged had Sandra written all over it. ‘Useless,’ Tiffany thought. ‘Even with all that, Sandra still can’t get what she wanted.’


    Zoe asked, “Tiffany, do you want me to walk you back to the dorm?”


    “No. You just go ahead and have fun,” Tiffany said and made her way back to her dorm alone, heading straight for a change of clothes.


    Just as Tiffany entered the building, the situation got even more awkward.


    Tiffany and Keh arrived at the apartment at the same time, both of them stained with the same paint stters.


    Sandra was already there, apologizing to Keh in a voice filled with remorse. She was trying to convince him that she had only acted out of love, that she was just a foolish girl trying to prove her feelings.


    Normally, a guy would eat that up, feeling ttered and even a little proud of the attention. And Keh, who usually had a temper as mild as a summer breeze, wouldn’t have gotten too mad about it.


    But today, Tiffany walked in just as Sandra wasying it on thick. Sandra’s sharp eyes caught the matching paint stains on both of their clothes instantly.


    Then Sandra’s eyes widened, and her voice shook with disbelief. “You two were together just now?”


    Even though Keh had already changed out of his dirty clothes and returned to his usual polished appearance, the humiliation of what had happened still lingered, and only Tiffany knew how bad it had been.


    Keh couldn’t even look at Tiffany, too afraid that he’d see disgust or loathing in her clear, cold eyes.


    Neither of them answered Sandra.


    Sandra’s voice rose in a shrill crescendo, her words slicing through the silence. “Were you two together? What did you do? What happened? Answer me!”


    With a furious scream, Sandra lunged at Tiffany, her once beautiful face twisted by jealousy. “You b**!”


    Sandra could tolerate her ns failing, but she couldn’t ept that all her hard work would benefit someone else ultimately.


    Then Sandra was going to hit Tiffany. But Keh caught her arm just in time and shouted, “Enough!”


    It was the first time Keh had ever spoken to Sandra so harshly.


    Sandra’s tears fell instantly. “Keh, you don’t like me anymore, do you? You’re falling in love with her now, don’t you?”


    Sandra jabbed a trembling finger at Tiffany, her voice a mix of usation and desperation.


    Keh’s expression was cold. Finally, he forced out two words. “I don’t.”


    If that’s true, why does he hec Sandra wanted to scream, but she stopped herself, her sense of self-preservation kicking in.


    Instead, Sandra nodded, clinging to Keh like a lifeline, murmuring as if trying to convince herself. I know it. I know you still love me.”


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    Tiffany had no interest in sticking around for this drama. But they were blocking her path, so she stepped around them simply, heading upstairs to her room without sparing them a second nce.


    ‘Not worth it,’ Tiffany thought.


    But as Sandra watched Tiffany walk what’s mine,’ she thought away, a dark seed of hatred took root in her heart. ‘No one, absolutely no one, could take


    As Tiffany disappeared up the stairs, Sandra’s face twisted into a sinister smile.


    Sandra was going to use this time, since she was unable to return to the Kelley family, to take Tiffany’s family out one by one. Meanwhile, she would have the perfect alibi.


    Sandraughed to herself quietly. ‘I don’t want to have to do this, but you’ve given me no choice. Tiffany, you’re the one who pushed me to this.’