Chapter 3

After changing in the bathroom, I finally took several deep breaths. I'd almost suffocated.

When I came out, Hope was looking at the dress's packaging box. The more she looked, the more shocked she was. After searching online: "Damn, your boyfriend is pretty loaded, huh? This dress costs over twenty thousand."

"What?" I was shocked. "This thing?"

I suddenly felt the dress was very ordinary.

I'd originally planned to sell it online, but now I was worried about disputes when we broke up later, so I packaged it back up and put it in the box, then into the shipping box.

The tags weren't removed. Later when we fell out, I'd just mail it back to him to avoid disputes that might expose my real identity.

Right after finishing the retouching, I sent Derek a few photos.

He was probably busy, so he didn't see them right away. By the time Hope and I left the hotel and were buying pizza at the food court, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out and saw he'd replied.

Hope leaned over to look and read aloud: "So beautiful... I really can't imagine his handsome face saying something like that. Logan, quick, make Derek send a voice message so I can hear."

Me: "..." I snorted and satisfied her request. I raised my phone and sneakily sent him a message: [Want to hear your voice, so sexy, I replay it three hundred times every time~]

I could spout sweet talk at the drop of a hat. No wonder I'd managed to get Derek—it was perfectly natural. .

He quickly sent back a voice message: "You look beautiful."

Derek's voice was magnetic and mellow.

Her eyes sparkled with stars, but her focus was: "Oh my god, he's so sweet, sweeter than if I'd eaten four hundred pounds of durian."

The way she put it, I could practically smell an intense stench.

Oh, it was the durian next to us.

I put away my phone and shouted loudly: "Boss, one order!"

Planning to take it back and stink up Derek.

Then Hope, who was supposed to be on a diet, and I finished it on the road.

Hope and I were high school classmates and neighbors. She actually attended the university on that address.

After finishing the fried chicken and durian, we parted ways.

Speaking of which, Derek really was famous. Even the neighboring university knew about this campus heartthrob.

Before, many girls came to our school to watch basketball specifically because of Derek.

Because of this, Derek's bros were heartbroken about his sprained ankle, causing them to lose many opportunities to be watched by beautiful women.

Back at the dorm, unsurprisingly Derek was there. Wasn't his family local to the capital?

Why wasn't he recuperating at home instead of staying in this dorm being an eyesore? Annoying!

I only dared to complain internally. After all, when he messaged asking me to bring food, didn't I obediently take a detour to bring him his favorite meal from that restaurant?

I put the packaged food on his desk: "Here you go, ninety-five."

Derek's gaze imperceptibly swept over my hand. He picked up his phone: "Thanks, sent it to you."

I checked—it was a hundred dollars. Every time he asked me to bring him things, he'd round up the amount. I'd mentioned it once, but he kept doing it, so I let him. I couldn't very well voluntarily waive the change and say the meal only cost ninety, right?

Then wouldn't I be losing out?