Marcus must have been furious.
When I kissed him once in the bathroom, he tied me to the bed and tortured me.
When I forcefully kissed him on the bed, he didn’t give me a single sip of water all night.
This time, after kissing him in front of so many people, he disappeared for a whole week.
Although during this week, photos of me grabbing his head to kiss him spread all over
the place.
But I didn’t care anymore. While revising my thesis, I browsed which small island in
Canada I could buy with five million dollars.
As soon as I graduate, I’ll completely leave this campus full of flying rumors.
But before I could graduate, I was subjected to another punishment.
That day, I took my thesis, which had been revised countless times, to my advisor.
My advisor made a request I never dared to imagine.
He wanted to be the first author of my graduation thesis.
Me: “?”
My hands holding the thesis trembled, “Professor, do you really want this… thesis?”
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Won’t it ruin his research career?
My advisor looked troubled, but his attitude was very firm, “Yes.”
“Then… you can take it.‘
My advisor looked even more troubled, took the thesis, and while flipping through it, casually said: “Remember to write another one quickly, or you won’t be able to graduate.”
Me: “?”
I had already bought an island and was planning to start construction during the summer
vacation.
I begged the professor, “No, please, I want to graduate.”
There were only three days left until the graduation defense!
The professor’s expression improved a bit, and he patted my head kindly, “My senior
fellow student’s favorite student said you could write a thesis in three days.”
I was confused: “What favorite student?”
“Oh, that Marcus kid. You should know him, he’s even your little fan.”
Hearing the words “Marcus” and “little fan” consecutively from the mouth of my
respected advisor, I felt like I was dreaming.
It was as if a gust of wind could shatter me.
I, broken and battered, walked back to my dorm.
After lying there for several hours.
I finally took out my phone and called Mrs. Grant.
Before I could speak, she started rambling.
“Is that Lily? I was just thinking about you. Do you think we could cooperate again? Today
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I just said a couple of words to him, and he ran off to a bar and got drunk. He’s not answering my calls, and even his friends can’t persuade him…”
I hazily understood the general situation and immediately took a taxi to that bar, to find him and earn money, and also to settle accounts.
Mrs. Grant said Marcus had been a bit off lately, absent–minded in everything he did. It seemed like his dream girl had left, and he was a bit dejected?
At first, I didn’t believe it. After all, from my observation, Marcus and Amber didn’t seem to have deep feelings.
But as soon as I walked into the private room and saw Marcus’s dejected appearance, I
started to believe it a little.
He sat lazily on the sofa, his face slightly flushed, his dark eyes covered with a thin mist, looking at me with what seemed like tenderness.
Being looked at like that, my heart suddenly skipped a beat.
“You came.”
Marcus suddenly pulled me into his arms.
The smell of alcohol immediately filled my nostrils. I frowned and pushed him away, “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not Amber.“”
“You’re a little liar.”
He held my waist tightly, not letting me move an inch.
I couldn’t break free.
“What do you really want?”
Marcus lowered his eyes and rested his chin on my neck.
After a long while, he slowly said: “Be my girlfriend, until I dump you.”
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It was as if he understood what I was asking, or as if he really had mistaken me for
someone else.
I couldn’t help but ask: “Who am I?”
“Lily Adams.”
After a long time, I finally found my voice, “Oh, then dump me when you wake up
tomorrow morning.”
It would be good to settle our messy accounts like this.
Save us from torturing each other further.
Marcus obediently followed me home.
I thoughtfully fed him sobering tea, wiped his face and hands with a hot towel, took off his shoes and socks, changed his clothes, put him on the bed and covered him with a
blanket.
I even recorded everything as evidence of being a responsible girlfriend.
When he wakes up tomorrow, all past grudges will be written off.
Just as I was backing up the video, a hand suddenly pulled me into the blanket.
“Girlfriend, you should sleep with me.”
He mumbled, his breathing gradually becoming even.
I patted his hand, but it remained unmoved.
Fine.
I raised my phone and took a picture with a click, leaving evidence.
As a final threat in case he doesn’t acknowledge it.
I had anticipated everything and was prepared.
But I never expected that Marcus’s first words to me when he woke up would be.
“Lily Adams, did you enjoy spending the five million dollars?”
