Chapter 1222
Layla Lowell's heart tightened, about to confront the intruder behind her, but in the split second she turned around, she smelled a familiar scent.
Her body went numb, and she abruptly pushed his hand away, coming face to face with Charles Carrington's teasing gaze.
"Have you been waiting long?" he said.
Layla was stunned.
The two people behind her looked confused, especially the girl who was aware of the truth, who was beginning to doubt if Layla was really who she had summoned with her text.
The male student frowned, "Fishie, what's going on here?"
Just as Layla was about to turn around, her chin was suddenly held in place, and then she was kissed.
Her brain erupted with a buzzing sound, and three seconds later, she pushed Charles Carrington away, glaring at him, her teeth gritted, "I'll deal with you later."
With that, she turned around, walked straight up to the male student, smirked, then stomped on his foot.
"You scumbag, drop dead!"
