Malcolm had long seen Heather. So when he saw her absentminded expression from a distance, he instantly felt ted.


    It must be because she saw him confess his love to Helen yesterday, and she regretted not agreeing to his confession sooner.


    This idea greatly gratified his vanity. He knew that Heather must like him, too. She had been turning him down because she was pretending that she disliked him. She must feel sorry and sad now.


    "Don''t be sad, Heather," Malcolm said with an affectionate look.


    Heather looked at him nkly in puzzlement. What did he mean? Why should she be sad?


    "I know you''re remorseful that you didn''t say yes to my confession earlier, but it''s not toote now." He added, "In fact, I still have feelings for you."


    She was taken aback. She really wanted to swear at him! Damn it! What happened to Malcolm Carter? What did he say unintelligibly?! So he came to her because he thought she was regretting not agreeing to his confession?!


    Who on earth gave him the nerve to be so narcissistic?


    Malcolm, who saw her speechless expression, was even more certain that he had cut her to the quick.


    Taking a deep breath, she asked sarcastically, "Oh? So you''re breaking up with Helen?"


    Malcolm''s confession became a joke yesterday when it was interrupted, but he seeded as Helen agreed, which had been posted on a school forum, so Heather knew about it.


    "Of course not," said Malcolm, his eyes shed with greed. "Helen is the headmaster''s daughter. Her background is so good. If I am with her, I can benefit a lot. But you can rest assured that the woman I really love is you, so you must suffer for a few years before I make a hit. When the timees, I will make you my wife!"


    A hateful womanizer!


    Heather didn''t expect that she would meet a womanizer one day!


    If he only went after Helen after he couldn''t win Heather''s heart, Heather wouldn''t have thought it was a big deal. However, he was so greedy that he actually wanted her to be his mistress. Who did he think he was?


    Heather should have been angry, but now she found it utterly ridiculous. If it had been in the past, with her temper, she would have dragged the womanizer into the woods and beaten him up!


    Today, however, she was in a good mood and decided to give him a break. She nodded. "Well, that''s a good idea."


    He asked, with joy in his eyes. "You agreed?"


    There was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes. "I mean, in your dream!"


    "Heather!" His face was full of shame and anger. He raised his hand, ready to p her on the face!


    Her eyes turned slightly deep as she suddenly grabbed his wrist and broke it hard!


    "Ouch!!" He cried out in pain, and ayer of cold sweat emerged on his forehead.


    "Malcolm, I warn you, don''te to me again! I''m in a good mood today, so I''ll let you off the hook! Otherwise, you wouldn''t be just dislocated!" she said coldly.


    Then her hand moved again, and she instantly recovered his dislocated wrist.


    He hastily withdrew his hand and looked at her in horror. Heather had been his ssmate for four years, but he had no idea she was so good at fighting!


    She ignored him and turned around to walk toward the dorm.


    Looking at this kind of man for just a second made her feel sick.


    Back in the dorm, Le was still asleep in bed.


    She drank a lotst night, too. It seemed that she had been sleeping since she came backst night.


    "Wake up!" Heather woke her up. "Le, time for lunch!"


    "Lunch..." Le rolled over and nearly fell out of bed.


    Heather stopped her. "Watch out!"


    "Heather?" When Le saw her, she was slightly dazed and said, "You didn''te back to the dormst night... No! Where were youst night?"


    Heather was very speechless. Hadn''t her roommatee to her senses until now?


    Instead of answering her question, Heather asked, "How did you return to the dormst night?"


    "Well... I remember someone who imed to be your friend drove us back to the school and said that you wouldn''te back to the dorm at night and that you would live in your friend''s house..." Le rubbed her head.


    "Was that guy really your friendst night?"


    Heather was a little surprised. So it must have been one of Alexander''s subordinates who sent her friends back to the school. Not only had he asked his subordinate to do that, but he also gave them the right reason so that they wouldn''t be suspicious.


    Somehow Heather''s heart softened at the thought of it.


    Alexander was really considerate.


    "Heather, I''m sorry, we were too drunkst night, so we didn''t think much about it." Le asked, worried, "Did you really go to your friend''s house?"


    "... Mm." Heather nodded. She didn''t want to say much about what had happened the night before. Even facing Le, she was a bit tongue-tied.


    After all, she was such a beastst night who had raped Alexanderst night…


    Seeing Le look incredulous and ready to continue questioning her, Heather said. anxiously, "When I came back just now, I ran into Malcolm Carter."


    After that, she briefly told Le about her conflict with Malcolm.


    "Oh my god! He''s such a womanizer!" Le was instantly furious and couldn''t help swearing at him. "I thought he was good. I didn''t expect him to be a womanizer in his bones!


    "Not only did he deceive Helen, but he also tried to y with you! He should look at himself carefully in a mirror to check if he is a human... By the way, why don''t we tell Helen about this and let Malcolm get nothing?"


    "Come on, don''t make trouble," he said.


    Heather lightly said. "Even if we do tell her, she won''t believe us. She''ll just think I''m trying to drive a wedge between her and Malcolm on purpose."


    Her words pointed out the fact sharply. Le instantly gave up the idea. "Yeah, she has been outssed by you. No matter if it''s apetition or an exam, you always get first ce, while she gets second ce, which has made her angry for a long time! Do you think she said yes to Malcolm''s confession just because he chased you, and it made her feel like she stole your man?"


    "Who knows?" Heather smiled lightly and began to pack her things up.


    "What are you doing?" Le looked at her in surprise.


    "Moving out of the dorm," Heather replied.


    "My house outside is ready, so I''m going to live there. It''s quieter there."


    "In such a hurry?" Le asked curiously. "Why do I feel like you''re hurrying to meet someone?"