Chapter 92

“Who was on the bus? Did our school really have such an impressive person?”

The moment Ophelia got out of the car, the surrounding discussions fell silent. Ophelia’s outfit was very simple, even ordinary: a white T-shirt and deep blue shorts, with her light brown, slightly wavy long hair casually draped over her shoulders. But even such an ordinary outfit made people unable to take their eyes off her in amazement. She had a slender and well-proportioned figure, long and straight legs, skin that glowed white, and features so outstanding they seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

“I was like, ‘Damn, I died. Who is this? A newcomer?’”

“Look, she’s going into the sophomore dormitory building. Does our school really have such people? How did I not notice this before!”

“You used to only pay attention to ugly girls, didn’t you? That girl named… Ophelia from your college, did she also live in this building?”

“Damn, don’t mention that name!” The speaker had a look of disgust on their face.

I was just admiring the beautiful woman, so why bring up that punk hairstyle?

Ophelia ignored the various gazes around her. She turned back to say something to Winford and was about to take Graham and the others upstairs when Graham’s phone rang. He picked up the phone and suddenly glanced at her, his expression somewhat off. Then he specifically walked to the other side and whispered a few words to Winford. Ophelia strained to listen, only faintly hearing the name Cullen. She had no interest in Cullen at all, but Graham’s recent expression had piqued her curiosity. I wanted to ask, but when I glanced at Winford in the car, I was afraid he would overthink and feel unhappy, so I forced myself to hold back. Forget it, I would secretly ask later!

Through the car window, Winford saw a series of small expressions on her face and pressed his lips down slightly. Ophelia’s dormitory was on the fifth floor, room 517, but fortunately there was an elevator. As soon as she entered the elevator, she quietly asked, “What happened to Cullen?”

Graham hesitated for a moment, and after thinking it over, he told her, “Mr. Cullen was engaged.”

“Ah?” Ophelia was surprised. “With whom?”

“Ms. Estrada, who came from Kingchester.”

Ophelia was even more surprised.

Chapter 2

Coming from Kingchester, he actually managed to take a liking to Cullen? What kind of taste is that! However, something seemed off. Didn’t Cullen’s mother always want to wait until they got to Kingchester to find a fiancée for her son? How could it be settled so quickly?

Graham hesitated, wanting to speak but then holding back, and then wanting to speak again. Ophelia felt uncomfortable and curiously asked, “What do you want to say?”

Graham looked deeply at her and said, “Madam, I hope you didn’t make Mr. Winford sad.”

Ophelia: Realizing what he meant, she silently twitched her lips and said, “Am I really that blind?”

As for the last life, cough, wasn’t it just a lack of love and innocence that led to being deceived?

“My husband was so perfect; compared to him, Cullen was just a piece of trash. How stupid did I have to be to like him?” she said directly.

Thinking of Winford, the corners of her lips unconsciously lifted slightly. A faint light sparkled in her beautiful eyes, and her tone changed as well.

Graham then felt relieved.

He pushed open the door of the dormitory.

“Ophelia…?!”

There was already one person in the dormitory, Ophelia’s roommate, Stella. Seeing Ophelia’s stunning appearance, a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes, and she blurted out, “Why did you come without any makeup?” She referred to the makeup as the “Shamate” style that Ophelia used to wear. Indeed, being misled by Bessie, she not only dressed “uniquely” at various parties but also did not forget to showcase her “distinctiveness” at school.

Ophelia lifted her eyelids and did not miss the emotions in the other person’s eyes. After being reborn and breaking free from the confusion, she became much more perceptive, with a hint of sarcasm in her heart. Look, just a glance, it was easy to see that the other person had no goodwill towards her. How blind and foolish was she in her past life to consider the other person a heartfelt good friend?

“What kind of makeup do you like? Then you can do it yourself later!” she said slowly, her tone indifferent.

“Ophelia?” Stella was somewhat taken aback. Why did it feel like Ophelia had changed into a completely different person after not seeing her for a whole summer? Weren’t they good friends? Every time they met in the past, weren’t they always warm and affectionate towards each other? Why were they so cold this time?