Chapter 13
“The jersey you’re wearing. I had it custom–made by a designer for $7,000 Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.
“The wristband, I bought it, $900
“The watch, also my purchase, $19,000”
“Those shoes on your feet, I bought them for $10,000
Flora stated the facts calmly, and as she listed the figures one by one, the room erupted in astonishment
Goodness, a jersey for $7,000 Shoes for $10,000!
Every guy in the room was intergally roaring.
‘Hey, Flora, are you in need of a boyfriend?‘
We can do it! We really can!
As Florn went down the list, Aaron’s face tumed as red as a beet. “Flors, have you had enough?
“Even the underwear you’re wearing. I bought that too.”
Flora chuckled, “What on you wasn’t bought by me? Without me, with your dismal grades, do you think you could have gotten into Westbrook High School? For the past two years, I’ve been taking care of your every need. I’ve spent no less than $700,000 on you”
Everyone looked at Aaron with a nuanced expression. It turned out he was a trophy boy.
Spending a girl’s money wasn’t really a big deal since Flora was willing to spend it on him. However, Aaron was living off Flors while acting all high and mighty at school, as if Flora was the one pestering him.
That
it was crossing the line.
The surrounding glances were sharp as blades, stinging Aaron His face turned fierce, and he roared, “Floral”
He tried to drag her, but Flora stepped aside, dodging him.
“Aaron, you live off my dime, yet you look down on me. Just in bank transfers alone, I’ve sent you over $400,000, and the records are still there, I could easily make you cough up that money.
“But, it’s too dirty. Everything about you is just too filthy. I basically threw that money to the trash.”
Then, Flora walked away with big strides.
Aaron came from a poor rural background. When Flora first saw him, he was wearing a faded blue shirt and yellowed canvas shoes.
It was easy to adapt from frugality to luxury but hard to return to frugality from luxury.
Used to delicacies and high brands, Aaron could never go back. His bad karma was still to follow.
Leaving the cafeteria, Flora returned to her dorm.
She lived in a single dorm room. Actually, the Irving family’s house wasn’t far from the school, but Flora, from her previous life, didn’t get along with her family. Also, to be closer to Aaron, she insisted on living on campus.
Henrik donated a building, so the school prepared a single dorm room just for her.
The pile of books on her desk was covered in dust. After cleaning them, she sat down to study seriously
People in Class 2 noticed Flora’s unusual behavior. She, who had never touched a book before, was now seen reading as soon as class
ended.
However, she flipped through the pages in an unnatural speed, breezing through several pages in the blink of an eye.
Teachers were at a loss seeing her, reading ‘ke that wouldn’t likely lodge knowledge in her brain. They thought it better she read books than play all day, so they let her be
Flora had a photographic memory, Humanities were not a problem for her, but math was a real challenge.
After a while, she fell sleepy and couldn’t help but think of Connor. She was wondering what he was up to.
Flora took a selfie with her phone, making sure to highlight the pile of books in the background. After editing the photo for about twenty minutes, she was quite satisfied and sent it to Connor.
(School is so tiring. Studying is so hard
On the other end, Connor held his phone, looking at the chat with a, his expression dead serious.
Flora was leaning on her desk, wearing pajamas, makeup–free. Her eyes were red, looking on the verge of tears.
Flora seldom messaged him, so he was very cautious, afraid his reply might displease her.
He thought that Flora was actually crying and felt very distressed. [Are you crying? Don’t cry. If studying is too hard, then take a break]
Flora could imagine him frowning, and she chuckled to herself. If I don’t study, I won’t get into a good university. If I don’t get into a good university, how can I be worthy of you? What if you don’t want me anymore?]
[Flors, only you don’t want me. It’s not the other way around.]
Flora’s heart skipped a beat.
In her previous life, Connor had said that line too.
She quickly changed the subject. [Did the doctor come for a check–up today? What did he say? How are you feeling now?
[I’m much better, probably fully covered in a fortnight.]
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Flora sent a voice message, each word dripping with flirtation. “Then, Connor, you must take good care of yourself. Listen to the doctor. Once I’m done with school stuff, I come to see you. What should I do? I’m falling for you more and more…”
Her voice was slightly deep when she lowered it but deliberately soft and melodious when she raised it.
Connor’s cheeks warmed up. He felt the quickening beat of his heart. His voice sounded slightly rough. “Flora, I miss you too… Thank
you.
Thank you for being close to me, even if it’s just to humor me.