Scarlette remained focused on her task, oblivious to Demetrius' gaze. When she finished the meticulous trimming, she released his bangs, using her hand to tidy them up, and gazed at Demetrius with a soft utterance, "Done." Despite the modest distance between them, Demetrius felt as though Scarlette's smile reverberated near his ear, sending a tingling sensation. He quickly averted his gaze, lowered his head, and gently brushed his bangs with his hand, offering a soft expression of gratitude, "Thank you." "Wait," Scarlette interjected, fixating her gaze on Demetrius' face and inching closer. Demetrius' pupils dilated slightly, his back stiffened, and the calm composure he had regained only moments ago gave way to a racing heart. It was only when Scarlette delicately removed the strand of hair clinging to his lower eyelashes that Demetrius began to relax. The proximity between them wasn't as close as it seemed; his apprehension had gotten the better of him. Lowering his gaze, Demet

Scarlette pulled out the chair from Demetrius' spot and took a seat. A silence hung in the room for a full two minutes before conversations erupted, escalating into an uncontrollable frenzy. "Is she from the Guerrero family?" "Yes, it's her. Didn't expect to see her here. She rarely makes public appearances." "Scarlette looks stunning, but how did she become Demetrius' guardian?" "Is Scarlette engaged to Finlay?" "No, they called off the engagement." "Do you think it's related to Demetrius?" "Quiet, everyone, quiet!" Mr. Stephens exclaimed, attempting to regain control over the increasingly chaotic situation in the classroom. Sensing Demetrius' gaze, Scarlette turned her head, and her deep, brooding eyes conveyed a gentle smile. In an instant, the scene before Demetrius blurred, as if a jigsaw puzzle had been rearranged seamlessly. He furrowed his brow, his complexion paling as he averted his gaze, focusing on the book in his hands. His heart was consumed by a complex mixtur

After Demetrius left, Finlay made several attempts to turn the vacant room back into a music room. However, each time he mentioned it to Mrs. Gallagher, she became upset and emotional, reminding her of what happened with Demetrius. Worried that Mrs. Gallagher's emotions might escalate and trigger her old state, Finlay decided to drop the subject, leaving the matter unresolved. Yet, Finlay himself couldn't shake off his irritability. Every time he entered the room and saw the unused piano, an inexplicable anger surged within him. Despite dedicating years to practice, what was the point? Demetrius had effortlessly outperformed him, making his devotion to the piano seem like a mere joke. However, Finlay couldn't bear the idea of admitting defeat. He considered Demetrius incomparable to himself. With a shake of his head, Finlay positioned himself in front of the piano and pressed the keys. The high notes sounded sharp and piercing, making him realize it had been a long time since he l

It was the happiest day in the entire Class F. Laughter lasted for several minutes before finally subsiding. People passing by couldn't help but wonder if everyone had won the lottery, as they seemed unusually cheerful. "Demetrius, Mr. Stephens said this competition was very challenging. I didn't expect you to get first place. You're amazing!" Derick gave him a thumbs-up, and others followed suit. "Thank you," Demetrius said, returning to his seat. "Can I touch your gold medal? Just a look is fine," Derick leaned over. Demetrius nodded and handed him the gold medal. Instantly, people around crowded in, touching and exclaiming, "Touching it feels much better than our medal." "This is the closest I've ever been to a gold medal in my life. Thank you, Demetrius, for letting me see a gold medal up close." "Let's take a picture, let's take a picture! Mr. Stephens, come for a group photo!" Derick took out his phone and called out to Mr. Stephens, who was about to leave. "Quick, quick, q

"After I released my grip," Osvaldo suddenly fell silent, his body slipping downward until he lay motionless on the ground. Turning around, Demetrius found Osvaldo's eyes tightly shut, his face contorted in pain and fear. "He's passed out too." "Let's move them one by one," Macey suggested, undeterred by the situation. She grabbed Derick and continued, "The exit probably isn't here. Check that cabinet; exits are usually nearby." Observing the unresponsive duo, the ghost felt a pang of disappointment. It glanced at Finlay, hoping to frighten him as it attempted to emerge. Just as it started to appear, Macey pushed Derick aside, rolled up her sleeves, and forcefully opened the cabinet. Frustrated by the door's resistance, she kicked it in annoyance. Jumping back, the ghost hastily retreated, closing the door, pretending it hadn't come out. After some forceful attempts, Macey finally opened the cabinet, revealing a locked door behind it, requiring a password to open. Demetrius walked