Chapter 259: A Love That Couldn't Be Hidden

When Noah shouted, all eyes turned to him. Someone sneered, "Isn't that Young Master White? What brings you here? Looking for the Hart family's clown?" Several wealthy Watson students, acquaintances of Noah's, recognized him.

Noah laughed, "Didn't the Hart family's clown take the Watson entrance exam today? Call her out. Tell her Young Master White seeks her. Her name is Olive Hart, I believe."

Olive Hart? A gasp rippled through the crowd. Noah was looking for their school's newest sensation!

"Young Master White, you're looking for Olive Hart? You must be blind to call her ugly! She's a little fairy!"

"A little fairy?" Noah chuckled. "Could the Hart family actually produce a fairy? Never seen a little fairy? Then I suggest you visit my cousin Crystal next door. Wash your eyes out afterward." He sneered.

A clear, soft voice cut through the noise: "Noah White, are you looking for me?"

Noah looked up. A slender figure emerged from the crowd, Olive stepping forward. His pupils constricted. He stared, dumbfounded, at the exquisite beauty before him. A fairy. He'd actually seen a little fairy. And she was that clown.

Noah's companions were equally stunned. They'd come for a laugh, but Olive's captivating beauty held their gaze. Her shining black eyes met theirs, calmly, almost drawing them in. They'd never witnessed such a mesmerizing aura.

"Damn it, Noah, why didn't you tell us the Hart family's daughter was a little fairy?"

"Young Master White, you're incredibly lucky! Your fiancée is breathtaking!"

"Even Crystal would pale in comparison."

The boisterous crowd annoyed Noah. "Shut up!" he roared, then turned to Olive. His fiancée had transformed from clown to fairy—a dream. He wanted to laugh, but he controlled himself, saying loudly, "Yes, I came for you. You're my fiancée."

"Once, not now," Olive replied, holding a jade bracelet. She returned it to Noah. "You're just in time. I was about to seek you out. This is the engagement token. I'm returning it. Our engagement is broken. Don't seek me out again."

Noah's inner joy faltered. Olive was stunning. How could he cancel the marriage? He hadn't anticipated her swift rejection.

He stared, wide-eyed. "What do you mean? Dare you break our engagement? I don't agree. Your words are meaningless."

Olive met his gaze. Didn't he want to end the engagement? She pursed her red lips, her beautiful eyes sparkling. "Are you angry because the engagement is broken? Or because you don't want to break it?"

"You broke it, so of course I'm angry. If you want to cancel the marriage, then I cancel it."

"Oh," Olive nodded. "I agree."

Only then did Noah realize her trap. He'd voluntarily admitted to breaking the engagement.

"Noah, let's be fair," Olive said with a smile. "You rejected me once, I reject you once. We're even. Everyone here can testify."

The students nodded in agreement. "Yes, we're witnesses! Our little Watson beauty is single again! Long live singlehood!"

"Young Master White, have fun. I'm leaving," Olive said, calmly departing without a backward glance.

Noah watched her go, furious. This was their second encounter, and he'd been defeated again.

Meanwhile, Crystal observed Olive's departure, realizing their similar temperaments, but Olive possessed a sharper edge. Olive's delicate figure and flawless skin made Crystal feel like an inferior version. Alarm bells rang. Hostility and insecurity surged. She disliked Olive intensely.

"Elvis," Crystal called. Elvis, having witnessed the entire scene – Olive as the Hart daughter and Noah’s fiancée, and the woman on the phone at Crystal's party – finally looked away from Olive. "Get in the car," he said indifferently, his handsome face devoid of emotion.

Crystal, consumed by jealousy at his lack of attention towards her, obeyed. "Elvis, let's go."

"Okay," Elvis replied, accelerating.

Olive, walking away, noticed the Rolls-Royce Phantom. Through the windshield, she saw Elvis at the wheel. He wore a black shirt; his handsome face was sculpted perfection. Three months since she'd last seen him; her heart pounded. That morning, she’d chased his car and lost him. Now, her bright eyes were fixated on his face. The Phantom passed her without stopping. Olive remained motionless, her gaze following him. She knew the passenger seat was no longer hers. There was no room for her beside him. Pain stabbed at her heart, her eyes welling.

Elvis, through the rearview mirror, calmly observed the girl behind him. He was accustomed to female attention. But her gaze… it was a love that couldn't be hidden. When she vanished from view, Elvis looked away, his throat working.