[Chapter 119]
Early the next morning.
Since it was a Saturday, Harper and the rest of the boys wanted to wake up at their own time.
Gerald did not bother them either, heading to the west cafeteria on his own.
Mila had arrived early, and she was already waiting for him there.
She even brought two sets of breakfast.
Fried rice with egg and ham!
"I bought some rice for you! Hurry up and eat it!" said Mila with a smile.
Gerald wasn't shy at all. "What's up, Mila? What did you want to tell me?" he asked as he took a bite.
Mila was dressed beautifully today. Her fair legs were exposed, and it made his heart flutter.
Gerald couldn't help but stare at her.
"Hehe! It is my grandmother's birthday today. I'll be going back to celebrate it for her!"
Mila blinked. "You should know about my relationship with Irene, right? Don't blame me for being petty. In fact, I am not the kind who likes to compare or make comparisons. That said, my relationship with Irene is very special. We've been like that ever since we were born. We compared everything, from whose name sounded better, to who was better at studying, who wore the prettier clothes, and who received more praise from everyone!
"I don't know if she was born with her competitive nature, but no matter what it is, I don't want to lose to her!"
"Oh, right! Do you get what I was saying?" Mila asked as she pouted.
Gerald seemed to understand, albeit very little of it.
"I don't quite understand!" he lamented.
He didn't really get what she was saying. Perhaps it was because Gerald grew up in a completely different environment. After all, he knew that there would always be people in this world who lived better and had better things than him.
Even if Gerald wanted to compare, he once used to be so poor that he couldn't even afford new clothes for the New Year.
Compare? How could he possibly compare to anyone at all?
Naturally, Gerald had always been a little disgusted over those who would fight over or show off their wealth.
There was even some resistance from the bottom of his heart.
Perhaps, it could be said that he was deeply troubled because of the antics of the rich.
Although he was filthy rich himself, Gerald never understood the wealthy's thoughts and in what direction their mentality went.
"I'll just tell you this plainly. Gerald, you know she has a boyfriend, right? I heard Kyle saying that Irene will be bringing back that bastard boyfriend of hers to celebrate my grandmother's birthday. I also heard that the bastard prepared a special gift for her.
"When that happens, many will be complimenting Irene. So, I've decided that I should bring a boyfriend back with me too!"
"Are you asking me to pretend to be your boyfriend?"
Gerald seemed to understand what was really going on now.
"Um, yes! I want you to keep pretending you're my boyfriend, and you can continue pretending to be a wealthy heir too. I'll return to my dorm to wash up before I go out and buy you some clothes.
"Gerald. Good old Gerald. Please help me till the end!" Mila flirtatiously cooed.
To be honest, this young girl was really very beautiful.
Gerald found he couldn't turn down her request when she blinked her beautiful eyes and opened her beautiful small lips.
He, however, felt a very strange feeling.
Apparently… he wanted to be her real boyfriend. Hehe…
"Actually, there is no need for me to pretend anymore. I am really a rich heir!"
Gerald smiled bitterly in his heart.
Once he agreed to Mila's request, she brought him out to buy some new clothes.
Gerald really looked very handsome once he was all dressed up.
Now, both of them were rushing to her grandmother's birthday feast.
Mila's phone suddenly rang. "Huh? What did you say? Okay, okay. I will get there first!"
After hanging up the phone, Mila let out a long sigh.
"Gerald, I have to leave first. Kyle and I ordered a birthday gift for my grandmother, but apparently, there's something wrong with it. It is making me really anxious. Why don't we do this? Let's meet at 11 in front of the Royal Dragon Villa's entrance. I'll call you!"
"No problem!" Gerald nodded.
Mila hurriedly called for a cab before she left.
Gerald smiled bitterly. It was only a little past nine in the morning. What was he going to do for two hours?
Oh, right!
Driving license!
His driving license should have been mailed to him!
He made a phone call to ask about it. As expected, the package had already arrived at the courier.
"Damn!"
Gerald was so excited he nearly jumped up high.