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?”

photo with Honey V. It must be

the crowd of people and

seat filled with vibrant red roses, drawing everyone’s attention. Even more attention was drawn to the man sitting in the car: white shirt, tailored vest, gold-rimmed glasses, and his exquisitely

J City over the past two years. The Scott family was already a renowned wealthy family in J City, and Manley was the sole heir of the Scott family. However, his fame

possessing business acumen, these were the labels bestowed upon him by the people of

the prince from the comic book stepped out of the car, his long

the group of girls, and all eyes focused on Estelle, filled with jealousy

road, there was a Bentley parked there. Millard looked outside the

Macclain” referred to in Millard’s

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 to witness someone confessing their

Estelle.

Scott’s son. He grew up abroad and coincidentally returned when you went 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

nodded without emotion, his eyes following 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 indicated that he already knew which class

person like him would fall for her after just one

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

stopped in front of her, the

in a low voice, “You may not believe it, but I truly fell for you at first

of girls whisper, “My heart skips a beat, someone call an

held up to her face, and gently shook her head, “I’m sorry, but I

a meal. It doesn’t represent anything specific. Think of

of screams emerged from

wealth, and heartfelt words, it was like a scene from a television drama. The girls watching were

people taking photos, Estelle felt agitated, maintaining a stoic face but

front of her, his eyes cool and a hook-like smile on his lips, lowering his voice,

unwilling to continue this charade, Estelle rejected him again

instinctively reached out to grab her

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