Chapter 88: Did Anyone Bully You at School?

After replying to Scarlet Guild, Myrna felt thirsty and took her cup to get some water. Just then, she saw Calvin downstairs making a phone call, his voice very low: “Doubled again? Quite rich. Don’t respond to them for now, leave them hanging….wait for them to increase again…”

“Who told you I was going to give it to you? Just leave it there for now, depending on my mood.”

He caught sight of the girl coming downstairs out of the corner of his eye, and said to the person on the other end of the phone, lowering his gaze, “That’s it, you handle the rest as you see fit.”

Myrna came down just as he hung up. He looked up, saw the cup in Myrna’s hand, put his phone aside, and said, “There’s milk in the fridge; I’ll heat up a cup for you.”

Myrna had wanted to say she didn’t want milk, but he had already gone to the kitchen, so she could only wait. While waiting, she wondered who he had been on the phone with.

Lost in thought, he brought over the heated milk. His tall figure loomed over her, and only then did Myrna realize he was taller than she imagined. Her head barely reached his chest. Being so close, she could even hear his heartbeat.

Thump, thump, thump, it was beating powerfully!

Myrna’s earlobes suddenly heated up, and she felt a warmth in her chest. She subtly took a half-step back, but before she could move, a large hand wrapped around her waist.

“Don’t move, there’s a chair behind you.” A magnetic male voice sounded above her head, yet it felt like a husky, enticing whisper next to her ear.

The restlessness inside Myrna intensified. She remained stiff, motionless. His breath sprayed on her neck, tickling her like an electric shock.

Fortunately, Calvin steadied her with his arm, then gentlemanly removed his hand, passing her the warm, steaming milk.

“Be careful, it’s hot.”

Myrna grunted noncommittally and, holding her cup, buried her head and began to drink intermittently. For some reason, she felt the atmosphere was strange. She couldn’t pinpoint what was odd; it was a situation she’d never encountered before. The air felt like cotton—entangling yet so soft she couldn’t break free.

Calvin watched the girl in front of him, her neck tilted. She sipped her milk intermittently, holding the cup, her long eyelashes lowered, without uttering a word. Just looking at her serene, oval face always gave people a sense of docility. However, he had witnessed her other side at Melcester General Hospital a few days ago, and it was clear Myrna was not the obedient character she appeared to be.

However, seeing her with her snow-white neck lowered, not looking at herself, Calvin felt relieved. He hooked up the corner of his mouth and brought up a topic himself. “How have you been at school these days?”

Upon hearing his words, Myrna felt slightly less tense. She lifted her gaze, her eyes relaxed as she casually said, “It’s okay.”

Aside from having to sit and listen to the teacher’s non-stop lecturing every day, everything else was fine. It just wasn’t that free.

Calvin’s deep gaze fell on her porcelain-white profile, suddenly asking, “Has anyone at school been bullying you?”

“What counts as bullying?” Myrna didn’t quite understand. Was beating her considered bullying? There wasn’t… at most, I just annoyed Stephanie by sending her text messages, but I’ve already been blocked by her.

Calvin recalled information he’d just obtained from a phone call to Melcester Central High School. Looking at her dark, defiant eyes, he knew she hadn’t taken those people seriously. Pressing his thin lips together, he changed the subject: “It’s nothing.”

He exchanged a few more words with Myrna, and seeing she looked tired, he had her go upstairs to sleep. As soon as Myrna left, he turned and made a phone call.

“Blake…”