Chapter 2

"That's impossible. Damien has such high standards—how could he possibly go for her?"

"Exactly. The line of girls chasing Damien reaches all the way to the school gates. Molly? As if she's good enough."

Bella said nothing, but her expression had returned to calm.

She looked me up and down:

"Molly, you didn't just find some random guy to pretend to be Damien to fool us, did you?"

Looking at her face, so convinced she'd seen through everything, I suddenly found it amusing.

"Think whatever you want."

I was done wasting words on her. I turned and headed downstairs.

At the entrance to the dorm building, Damien was leaning against a red Lamborghini. When he saw me come out, he waved.

Scattered sunlight fell on Damien. He really was handsome—no wonder Bella had chased him for six months.

And that was precisely why I'd agreed to date him.

"Did you wait long?"

"Just got here. Get in."

Damien thoughtfully opened the car door for me.

The moment I got in the car, I glanced up and happened to see three insanely jealous faces on the dorm balcony.

I almost laughed out loud.

Damien took me to a tennis court at a private club.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, teaching me how to grip the racket.

My phone rang. It was Bella.

"Molly, you're at the tennis court, aren't you?"

I was slightly surprised. She really was relentless.

"What do you want?"

Bella put on a wounded tone:

"What kind of attitude is that? I'm just worried about you, afraid you'll get fooled."

"Damien won't fool me. And stop calling me!"

My voice turned cold as I hung up directly.

Damien handed me a towel and gently wiped my forehead:

"What's wrong? Did your roommate make you angry?"

I took the towel:

"Yeah, someone's jealous I found such a handsome boyfriend."

He chuckled softly and reached out to ruffle my hair.

The next second, a tennis ball suddenly flew over and hit Damien hard in the back.

Damien frowned and turned around.

Bella ran over in a panic.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see clearly. I'm really sorry."

She bent down, her blouse neckline cut very low. Her cleavage jiggled with the movement.

Damien raised an eyebrow. His gaze swept across her face with no expression.

"It's fine."

He put his arm around my waist, preparing to leave.

Bella grabbed him:

"How can I just let it go like that? Why don't we add each other on SnapChat? I got your clothes dirty—let me buy you a new one."

Damien looked down, disgust flashing in his eyes.

"No need. I don't add random women."

He turned to look at me, his expression softening:

"Babe, I'm sorry this ruined things. Let's go. I'll buy you a Cartier bracelet to make up for it."

I smiled, shooting Bella a triumphant look.

She stood there, her face livid.

My previous boyfriends would also politely refuse Bella in front of me.

But the burning desire in their eyes couldn't be hidden.

After we got back, they'd always secretly add her.

She thought all men were the same.

Too bad this time, she'd run into Damien, who couldn't be bothered to give her a second glance.