The corridor, usually buzzing with chatter, fell into an eerie silence as all eyes fixed on the woman seated in the chair, her demeanor as cold as the winter air.She remained still, a picture of perfection, exuding an air of authority that kept everyone at a distance, hesitant to disrupt her tranquility.Approaching cautiously, someone aimed for the seat beside her, but before settling in, her voice sliced through the silence: "Stand."Draven Mcintyre hesitated, torn between his urge to sit and the icy stare before him. With a sharp inhale, he straightened up and moved away."Um, sorry, I just wanted to ask for your contact info," Draven stuttered, his nerves betraying him.Ignoring his request, Camilla glanced at her watch, marking the passage of fifteen long minutes.The stillness was heavy, punctuated only by soft breaths. Seeing a slight softening in Camilla's demeanor, Draven let out a sigh of relief and mustered the courage to speak again, offering a tentative smile. "Are you h

Erik's heart raced with fear at the thought of someone returning unexpectedly. He hastily closed the notebook and slid it back into place before settling into his own seat.The classmate who had borrowed Zak's notebook returned, sensing something was wrong. He rose abruptly and slammed his palm onto the desk. "Who messed with my notebook? The layout is all off. If you need to check it, ask me. What's the point of snooping?"Erik's grip tightened around his pen, almost tearing through the pages of his notebook, his face drained of color, fearing Zak might speak up.However, the classroom remained eerily silent, with no one daring to break the tension.As school ended at noon, Erik intended to approach Zak for a conversation. Observing Zak's direct stride towards the school gate, Erik's curiosity got the better of him, prompting him to follow. He watched as Zak climbed into a sleek black car.The driver flashed a smile and passed a food box to Zak, who nonchalantly began to eat.Though

The young man donned a black duckbill cap, keeping his head tilted down to obscure his face completely. His attire, a white short-sleeved shirt, contrasted with Juelz's typical style, giving off an air of indifference and detachment. As the florist handed over the wrapped flowers, Zak accepted them and spoke in a chilly tone, "If you doubt me, you can reach out to the person you mentioned." With this prompt, the girl finally realized and dialed the number on speakerphone, her eyes fixed on Zak. However, he remained unmoved until the call was answered. "Hello?" came the voice from the other end of the line. The girl finally looked away and inquired, "Juelz, where are you now? I'm at the Elevent Flower Shop." "I'm in the shop next to you," Juelz replied. "What's up? Anything wrong?" "Nothing," the girl said, swiftly dismissing the matter from her mind, choosing her flowers and leaving to meet up with Juelz nearby. ... "Morning! Come grab some breakfast," Camilla called out cheer

Who is this person? What's his relationship with Camilla? Gerald's sadness deepened as he put on his mask and said to the bodyguard next to him, "Let's head back." He had hoped to run into Camilla by chance to strengthen their connection. However, Camilla didn't even recognize him. ... At nine in the evening, Zak, done with his shower, lay in bed and searched for "Gerald Holder" on his phone. When the name appeared, Zak selected it and began his search. Zak had never met Gerald and had never seen any of his movies. The next morning, during filming, Draven encouraged everyone to follow each other on Twitter. "I don't have an account," Zak said softly. "You don't have one?" Draven's tone was disdainful. "Then create one and follow me." Sadie added, "Yeah, Zak, having a Twitter account is useful. Your fans can follow you too." Zak tried to register, but his name was already taken. He glanced at the drink on the table and tried again. "What's your username?" Sadie asked, stifli

He stands at a pivotal moment, balancing between his friendship with Camilla and the potential for something deeper. They teeter on the edge of transitioning from friends to a more profound connection, yet the true essence of their relationship remains shrouded in uncertainty. Both paths seem promising, yet neither feels entirely fitting. Setting aside his swirling thoughts, he enters the living room with the cake in hand, having completed its preparation. "Are you not celebrating your birthday at home today?" he queries. "I am," Camilla responds, rising from her seat to approach him. "This is home for me too." Her calm assertion catches Zak off guard, momentarily stunning him as his heart races, threatening to dislodge the cake from his grip. Placing the cake on the table, he retrieves the previously arranged candles, inserts them into the cake, and lights them. Turning to Camilla, he extends his birthday wishes. "Happy birthday, Camilla." "Thank you," she responds, extinguishing