Chapter 2

"She's here, she's here! Bella's here!"

"Bella and her ten-year childhood friend—the campus heartthrob—confessing their love! How romantic!"

The field was packed with students, completely surrounded.

Dylan loved his reputation and demanded that my confession to him be grand and spectacular.

For this spectacular confession, he'd been hyping it up online for three months, attracting a huge crowd of onlookers.

"Bella, how do you feel about confessing today?"

"Bella, aren't you worried Dylan might reject you?"

I said nothing, slowly walking toward the center of the field.

The confession was arranged on the sports field.

Dylan stood in the center wearing last night's clothes, his face carrying a confident smile of certain victory.

This morning he texted me, saying seven rounds last night had left him a bit tired, so he might be late.

I didn't expect him to actually show up.

I looked at him calmly.

He was certain I couldn't leave him.

Our families were neighbors. I'd practically grown up following right behind him.

Since childhood, whenever I threw a tantrum or cried, he'd threaten me that he wouldn't play with me anymore.

Until I obediently listened, letting him mold me however he wanted.

This time was the same.

I showed no reaction.

He thought I'd compromised.

Dylan's good buddy, Nathan, looked at me with an ambiguous expression.

"Bella, you actually came!"

He laughed lecherously, slinging his arm around Dylan's shoulder.

"Bro, you're not playing fair! You won't teach your brothers this amazing technique for controlling women!"

Another guy chimed in:

"So jealous of Dylan! Seven rounds in bed last night, and today he still gets a confession from the campus beauty!"

Several of them burst into laughter.

Dylan, being flattered, was in a great mood, his lips curving upward.

"Of course. She's my little follower I've trained since childhood. How could she not be obedient?"

A woman who'd followed behind him since childhood—if she didn't listen to him, who else would she listen to?

So this was how he saw me.

Nathan looked at Dylan with admiration.

I slowly walked toward the center of the field.

Sunlight fell on my white dress, making me look like an angel.

A flash of amazement crossed Dylan's eyes. Dazed, he said, "My girlfriend is so beautiful."

Without thinking, he slowly began walking toward me.

Before he could move, Dylan's buzzing phone diverted his attention.

Seeing the contact name, his lips unconsciously curved upward. He walked away a few steps to answer it.

"You're awake? Looks like I didn't work hard enough last night?"

On the other end, the voice was soft and sweet, carrying a mix of complaint and coquetry that stirred the heart.

"I'm in pain... It's all your fault. You were too rough this morning. I don't care, you have to take me to the hospital!"

Dylan softened his tone:

"Alright, my fault, my fault. I'll take you to the hospital right now for a thorough checkup!"

Dylan chuckled softly and turned to leave.

Nathan quickly stopped him: "Who is it?"

"Yesterday's little vixen." Dylan put his phone in his pocket, his tone unconsciously affectionate: "I was too rough last night. The little vixen is in too much pain to take it. I'm going to check on her."

Nathan raised an eyebrow: "Today is Bella's confession day. Teachers and students are all watching. If you leave, what about Bella?"

Dylan was unconcerned.

"What's the rush? No matter how late it is, she'll wait for me. A little while won't make a difference."

"Sophia isn't the kind of girl who throws tantrums. She must really not feel well."

"You just keep an eye on things here. It'll be fine."

Thinking for a moment, he stepped forward and shoved a bouquet of flowers into my hands in front of everyone.

"Take a photo and post it yourself to handle things."

Click—done.

He yawned lazily:

"That's that. I'm taking Sophia to the hospital for a checkup first. You handle those people."

"Dylan."

I called out to him, saying calmly: "If you leave today, I won't confess to you."

His steps paused. He turned to look at me.

His dark eyes were unreadable, then he smiled carelessly.

"In this entire city, who would want you besides me?"

"Bella, you simply can't leave me. Stop making a scene."

Before leaving, he tossed out casually:

"My patience is limited. Stop making a scene. When I come back, the girlfriend position is still yours."

Dylan left quickly. His buddies exchanged awkward glances.

Everyone looked at me uncomfortably.

No one spoke.

I looked up toward the direction Dylan had left, my lips curving slightly.

Dylan, go ahead.

Go comfort your Sophia.

Then I'll just change the male lead for this confession.