Emily's mind raced as she connected the dots. Could Amanda be the sister of the woman she had seen arriving in a luxurious Mercedes Benz at their apartment building? The same woman Caleb had dinner with at the Royal Palm Restaurant? At first, Emily had entertained the thought that Caleb might be financially supported by a wealthy woman after seeing him with the woman in the Mercedes Benz. However, Amanda's words only served to solidify her suspicions, making her believe that her initial guess could indeed be true. The pieces of the puzzle seemed to fit together seamlessly, leaving Emily with a sinking feeling that her speculation was more accurate than she had initially realized. Caleb really was supported by a woman. Caleb straightened his shoulders, his patience wearing thin as he locked eyes with Amanda. The weight of her accusations and insinuations bore down on him, but he refused to let them break his resolve. "What's it to you?" he demanded, his voice cold and firm
Emily watched as Amanda disappeared from view, her departure leaving behind a palpable tension in the air. Her gaze then settled on Caleb, who stood nearby, his eyes unfocused, lost in his own thoughts. Licking her lips nervously, Emily took a deep breath and called out to him, "Caleb?" But there was no response. Caleb remained unresponsive, his gaze fixed on some distant point, lost in the labyrinth of his own mind. Concern etched across her features, Emily tentatively approached him, her hand trembling slightly as she reached out to place it on his shoulder. With a gentle shake, she tried to draw him back to the present, hoping to break through the barrier of his mind. Feeling Emily's hand on his shoulder, Caleb slowly turned to look at her, his expression blank as he waited for her to speak. "What?" he prompted, his voice tinged with a hint of confusion. Emily hesitated, her gaze drifting away for a moment as she struggled to find the right words. "Caleb," she began
Unbelievable. You really are unbelievable." Caleb looked at her, a mixture of confusion and hurt clouding his features. He couldn't understand why she was suddenly so angry with him, and it weighed heavily on his mind as he searched for an explanation in her eyes. But Emily's gaze remained guarded, her emotions masked behind a veil of frustration and disappointment. "I know you've always had feelings for me," Emily began, her voice tinged with regret. "And I've said some truly awful things to you when I was with William. I could tell you were jealous, and I'm sorry for that. Despite everything, I've always had a good impression of you. Even though you're just an ordinary guy, and not wealthy, I've always seen you as a good person. You've been kind and supportive to me. If you had confessed your feelings, I might have even considered your proposal." She paused, her words hanging in the air before she continued, her tone turning colder. "But after finding out today that you'
As Caleb rode in the taxi to the college, he stared out of the window, his mind swirling with thoughts. The events of the day had left him feeling bewildered and disheartened. The accusation from Emily, believing he was aome sort of gigolo, and the looming possibility of Amanda spreading rumors had cast a shadow over him. He couldn't help but wonder how his life had taken such a sudden turn. On one hand, Emily's sudden mistrust had shaken him to the core. How could she so easily believe such baseless accusations? On the other hand, he dreaded the thought of facing Sophia. If Amanda were to relay her misconstrued version of events to Sophia, how would she react? Would she doubt him too? Despite knowing that nothing untoward had happened, the mere thought of Amanda's insinuations staining his reputation filled him with anxiety. Caleb couldn't shake off the feeling of impending doom as the taxi rolled on towards the college, each passing moment adding to his apprehension. As C
It hit him like a ton of bricks: they suspected him of being the culprit. The recent windfall from his lottery win had put him under a spotlight, casting doubt on his innocence. Caleb's eyes darted between his friends, a mix of irritation and hurt in his gaze as he disregarded the stares from the rest of the group. Focusing on Tommy and Jake, he analyzed their faces closely."Did you bring up the lottery earlier because you believed I might have been involved in the theft?" he inquired with a tinge of bitterness, his disappointment palpable in his voice.Caleb was struck by a wave of pain that cut deep into his heart. It was disheartening to see others hold such a low opinion of him, but what hurt the most was that his closest friends would accuse him of such a thing. Tommy's eyes widened in surprise, clearly taken aback by the accusation."Oh no, Caleb, that's not what we meant at all," Tommy quickly interjected, his voice filled with genuine concern."I wasn't doubting you, I was s
Miss Roberts entered the room with a commanding presence, her heels clicking sharply against the floor, echoing authority. As she made her way to the front of the class, her gaze swept over each student, assessing them with a keen eye. With practiced ease, she placed her stack of books on the table, the weight of her expectations palpable in the air. Each movement was deliberate, each glance piercing, leaving no doubt that she was in control of the room. Miss Roberts gracefully slipped off her jacket, revealing a shoulder-strap shirt underneath. With a fluid motion, she hung the jacket on the back of her chair, revealing a hint of her slender figure. Her sleek skirt with a subtle slit on the side, offering a glimpse of her milky sexy legs. Despite the sexy attire, her commanding presence remained unchanged, leaving an indelible impression on all who were fortunate enough to be in her presence. As Miss Roberts began to walk between the aisles of the students' desks, the sharp
Kenneth leaned slightly towards his friends, a mischievous smirk curling on his lips. "Carl, are you ready?" he whispered, his voice low but charged with anticipation.Carl glanced at Kenneth, returning the smirk with equal mischief. "Kenneth, you bet I'm ready," he replied, his eyes glinting with a hint of malice.Carl's grin widened mischievously as he leaned in closer to his friend, his voice barely above a whisper amid the murmurs of the classroom. "Guess what, Kenneth? The class monitor just finished collecting the class fee. And you know where the money is?"Kenneth's eyebrows shot up in silent inquiry,'Where?'"In her school bag."Kenneth's eyes sparked with excitement, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, well, interesting. So what's the plan then?" he asked, his curiosity piqued, eager to hear Carl's next move.Carl leaned in closer, ensuring that Tracy and Jessica were out of earshot, before outlining their scheme with a sense of urgency. Rubbing his hands
Jessica, catching the tail end of Carl's conversation with Tracy, furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She leaned in closer, her curiosity piqued. "You'll handle what, Carl?" she asked, her voice laced with intrigue. Carl's smile widened slightly at Jessica's question, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Oh, just some minor details," he replied vaguely, his tone casual. "Nothing for you to worry about, Jess." When Carl remained tight-lipped despite Jessica's persistent prodding, she sighed in resignation and shrugged her shoulders. Resuming her focus on her notebook, she returned to her work with determined concentration. Carl couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at keeping Jessica in the dark, but he knew he couldn't risk her intervening and thwarting his plans. The memory of Caleb's cruel accusation against Jessica in front of the entire class burned in his mind, igniting a fierce desire for revenge. He clenched his fists, his jaw set with determination. He would