Chapter 15

His voice was soft and lazy, with a touch of warmth. It felt like the sunshine on a spring afternoon, not too cold, not too intense, and just the right kind of comfortable.

Estelle turned around, looking at this unfamiliar man with confusion.

The man took two steps forward, gazing at Estelle with fox-like eyes that seemed to sparkle, “Even if you don’t give your heart to me, at least having a meal together is basic courtesy, right?”

After saying that, he stretched out his right hand, “Nice to meet you, I’m Manley!”

Estelle looked at his slender palm but didn’t shake it. She just turned around and continued walking.

Manley paused, caught up to her quickly, “Yo, didn’t you understand what I said?”

Estelle stopped, giving him an indifferent look, “I got it. I don’t need you to treat me to a meal. I could have dealt with that situation myself without your help just now. We’re just strangers who crossed paths. There’s no need to get acquainted. Let’s end it here. I have to go to class!”

With that, Estelle spun around and walked away without looking back.

Manley stood there, watching the girl’s retreating figure, stunned for a long time.

He was actually rejected by a girl?!

Even if she didn’t know him or his background with the Scott family, his mere appearance alone was usually enough to swoon any girl. Where did she get the nerve to reject him?

Manley snorted, and refused to believe that.

The next day on Tuesday afternoon. Estelle only had one class. As she was leaving the school gate, she saw a group of girls gathered together discussing something. She walked towards the bus stop and heard a girl next to her excitedly shout, “Is it really Manley?”

Honey V. It must be him,” replied the

subconsciously glanced towards the crowd of people and paused in her

Phantom convertible, with the back seat filled with vibrant red roses, drawing everyone’s attention. Even more attention was drawn to the man sitting in the car: white shirt,

Manley was the sole heir of the Scott family. However, his fame was not due to his successful business ventures, but rather his never-ending scandals

were the

his long legs striding forward. He held a red rose

screams erupted from the group of girls, and all

Bentley parked there. Millard looked outside the car window and

reading a document. He didn’t immediately realize who “Ms. Macclain” referred to in Millard’s words. He absentmindedly raised his head and saw Estelle, causing his gaze to deepen as it fell

was supposed to pick up Norah after school had an unexpected matter to attend to Jonathan and Millard happened to be passing by the University of J City and decided to pick her up. The car was parked here, waiting for Norah to come out. They hadn’t expected

Estelle.

abroad. In recent years, he has joined the family’s Scott Group and made quite a name for himself. By the way, Manley is the one

his eyes following Manley as he

surprised. It wasn’t strange for Manley to know she was a student at the University of J City, but the fact that he had come prepared and was waiting here today

that a person like him would fall for her

maintained a calm expression, her clear eyes showing no delight nor deliberate indifference, but a hint

stopped in front of her, the surrounding sounds

but I truly fell for you at first sight. You didn’t

girls whisper, “My heart skips a beat, someone

Manley held up to her face, and gently

surprised but smiled warmly, “It’s just a meal. It doesn’t represent anything specific. Think of it as a consolation for me not being able to sleep all night because of

of screams emerged from the

looks, wealth, and heartfelt words, it was like a scene from a television drama. The girls watching were instantly filled with adrenaline, more excited than the

photos, Estelle felt agitated, maintaining a stoic face but a more

front of her, his eyes cool and a hook-like smile on his lips, lowering his voice, “Don’t

charade, Estelle rejected him again and kept

reached

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