"Laura, this is a library—a place for quiet study.
Do you realize how disruptive your loud voice is to public order?"
Dyson's tone was icy, laced with simmering anger, his presence commanding.
Instantly, the gossiping students fell silent, their whispers dying in their throats.
Laura was practically campus royalty—a notorious diva with an entitled attitude, someone no one dared to cross.
Even the faculty tread lightly around her.
Yet here she was, publicly called out, her face flushing crimson with rage.
Her sharp, dagger-like glare fixed onto Beauty.
"Senior Dyson, I was just worried you might be fooled by her fake innocence—"
"I'm an adult, perfectly capable of judging people for myself.
I don't need anyone's warnings," Dyson cut in, his voice firm.
"Beauty is my girlfriend now, and I trust her."
Though the confession came under such awkward circumstances, Beauty couldn't help the warmth flooding her cheeks.
