"Colin will abandon you! He'll choose me!" Jasmine was so enraged that she no longer cared about her reputation or the people around her.After hearing her words, I couldn't help but wonder if she liked Colin to the point of madness. Or maybe she was unwilling to lose to me, who came from an ordinary background.I lowered my head and smiled softly. She would never come to me like this if she was truly confident. Her actions were only a sign of her non-confidence and incompetence.Only dumb women would confront other women. The smart ones would choose to confront men instead.Perhaps Jasmine had considered using her tricks on men, but my boyfriend was stubborn. She found no way to draw his attention. That was why she came to me to declare her unwarranted determination and sovereignty."He would tell me if he really wants to break up with me." With a final pointed remark, I turned to leave, a sense of calm settling over me. Behind me, the abrupt thud of something hitting the groun
My boyfriend should be the one to protect me. But here was Winston. He appeared annoyed with me recently. "How did you know I was here?" I asked, puzzled."Someone told me. Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Winton asked.Winston's tone lacked warmth, but I chose to overlook it since he seemed genuinely concerned about my well-being."No, we only quarreled. We didn't do anything else.""Did you win?" he asked, a quirk in his eyebrow. "I got a small victory. By the way, you still haven't answered me. Who told you I was here?" I persisted. "Does it matter? It was Mr. White. He was out on business when he heard Jasmine come to you. He wouldn't be back for a while and worried you might be hurt. So he asked me to check on you."Winston scowled. It was clear he wasn't thrilled about helping Colin. "He always protects you. What's so special about you?"If Colin were here, he would probably say, "You won't understand how wonderful my baby is."A chuckle escaped me. Indeed, Colin was
Being adored by others should bring joy to a man. However, Colin felt only a dreadful burden. After a lengthy conversation, he was left with the strong sense that a significant amount of work was needed before he could collaborate with Jasmine. The path ahead seemed fraught with confusion and difficulty."Work isn't exhausting when both genders are present. You'll be working with a beautiful woman regularly. That's a win for men. You'll get what others don't. Why are you worried?" I commented, tinged with jealousy. It was his fault for being too handsome.Colin helplessly held my chin and lightly nibbled my lips. "Are you jealous again? If you think she's nice, I'll give her to you.""Tsk, I don't like women. You can keep her for yourself.""I don't want her either. What's the point of keeping such a woman? She may scheme against me until I have nothing left. I'd rather be with you. You only know to enjoy life and draw. That's much safer."His remark was no different from implyi
Jasmine spoke politely and respectfully, yet I couldn't help but detect a hint of pride in her tone.I couldn't help but pout with disdain. It was obvious she coveted a quiet environment, making it easier for her to scheme ways to win over Colin without detection.She spoke grandly, seemingly convinced she could conceal her less-than-honorable intentions."The old campus is far, location-wise. There are barely any visitors except for a few passionate art students, so it's very quiet. "Colin, however, has moved his office there for his college work. Students with academic questions will likely go to him there. It might make your boring office life a little more interesting."Jasmine paused for a moment before responding stiffly with a thank you.Only she knew the rage and resentment simmering beneath her gratitude. We'd fulfilled her request, and any further demands would make her seem greedy and calculating. It would be challenging to justify.After the call ended, I gave Ash a
Over the next few minutes, Jasmine's expression underwent several changes, shifting from pale to flushed with embarrassment and irritation.No matter how cunning she was, this outcome was completely unexpected. Yet, she couldn't find any fault with the setup. Objecting would be unreasonable, and declining the entire office altogether was out of the question.Jasmine had desired a separate office site to work with Colin. This room was large and spacious. Furthermore, it met her request perfectly, as no one else occupied it. It was no surprise that her expression darkened. It was also understandable that she became enraged since she wouldn't have the chance to manipulate or cozy up to Colin; I would keep an eye on her.Ash's plan was nothing short of genius. He'd masterfully thwarted Jasmine's scheme.My earlier blame toward him now felt unfounded. Relief washed over me at the thought of his magnanimity in forgiving me. Otherwise, I would have been too ashamed to face him.The tho
Jasmine's expression morphed into a caricature of hatred, like a movie villain poisoned by a potent concoction. Her teeth gnashed furiously, mirroring the rage she undoubtedly felt toward me. Anyone hearing such a description wouldn't struggle to imagine the depths of her loathing.I subtly nudged Colin to observe her reaction, but he simply stroked my hair with a casual air before settling next to me. He remained silent by my side, not even sparing her a glance.Since it was still early, I continued painting for a while. It was nearly 7:00 pm when my stomach growled. I reluctantly stopped painting to get food. Jasmine, too, wrapped up her work and took out her phone to make a call. As she waited for the call to go through, she stared at Colin next to me.I wondered if she was calling Colin. After all, she had been brazen in her attempts to snare Colin. A barrage of questions flooded my mind. Why was she neglecting her rehabilitation? Was a lifetime in a wheelchair truly a wor
"Jasmine is like a psychopath. When will she be normal again? Her constant schemes are getting tiresome," I lamented. "But I think it's rather enjoyable for us to deal with her together. We can't stop her anyway, so just treat it as a game of sorts."Colin was right. Dealing with a hypocritical woman could be a wonderful experience for us....Our dinner was a mini barbecue feast. I liked chicken better than mutton; I enjoyed eating it and often dipped it in the spicy sauce.Colin, on the other hand, had a lighter diet. Despite not being a fan of barbecue, he joined me. He only ate some vegetables, potatoes, cucumbers, and mushrooms. He reminded me to eat more vegetables when he noticed my penchant for spicy food. Just as I was requesting more sauce, Queenie called. Nearly a week had passed since Colin and I moved in together. I had previously agreed to video chat with her daily. But it was hard to implement because we were both so busy.By the time I finished work each day,
"Get lost, Lulu. You can't go a day without stirring up trouble, can you? I don't have the energy to deal with you. Get lost." Queenie clenched her fists tightly and cursed at me with a grimace.From her expression, I knew she disagreed with my words. Or perhaps she wanted to mask her gradually softening heart behind her dissatisfaction.Since she wanted me to leave, then so be it. I'd just get lost and leave space for them to nurture their relationship.After having a tiff with Queenie and giving Jasmine a good scolding, I let out a lot of pent-up frustration. My mood suddenly became much brighter. It seemed that swearing at people could make one feel healthier.I initially thought that with the college backing us up and professors supporting us, things would naturally progress favorably, and no one would disrupt my relationship with Colin. After all, we had support and weren't fighting alone.However, reality proved me wrong. I underestimated how far Jasmine would go to get what