Noon.
On the way to the cafeteria.
Albert Webb was called away by Gavin Klein, who was beside Alan Mercer. Chloe had no idea where they went.
Chloe Stephens lagged behind.
Wenard Taylor seized the opportunity and intercepted Chloe at a secluded spot.
The girl indifferently looked at the young man before her.
"I know that you and Professor Hawthorne are not real lovers. He has too many people coming and going around him, and you are just one of them."
"You're saying he's playing me."
Wenard Taylor was taken aback and said, "Yes, that's what I meant."
Chloe thought of the man's innocent and sentimental demeanor last night, and her icy eyes softened for a moment.
Their relationship was confirmed.
She accepted it.
Because of the mention of being underage, he was scared to retreat to this point, even replacing real kisses with face-to-face contact.
Wenard Taylor stared at the softness in the girl's eyes, feeling even more agitated.
"A paper tiger."
