The title would probably be "Some Obsessed Girl Relentlessly Chasing Turner University's Heartthrob."

Just thinking about it made me want to die of embarrassment.

Of course, I still had to act selflessly. "How could you say such things? It makes me so sad..."

"Speak properly," he said, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

I pursed my lips and shoved the bento into his hands.

"I'm just looking out for you. Wouldn't want to mess up your chances with the ladies."

He gave a wicked smile. His expression became much more animated.

"So kind? Are you sure you're not worried I'll ruin your chances?"

I let out a nervous laugh and planned to make my escape as soon as possible.

He grabbed my wrist and asked, "Where are you going? Not going to eat with me?"

Without blushing or missing a beat, I made an excuse. "I have plans today. I'll eat with you tomorrow."

He didn't seem to have any intention of letting go of my wrist. His intense gaze made it seem like he was trying to see through my sunglasses and into my soul.

For a moment, I felt a bit guilty.

I forcefully broke free from his grip. I quickly fled the scene.

When I arrived at the restaurant, the guy was already sitting in the reserved spot. He was waiting for me.

I had already changed out of the conservative outfit I wore just now. I was now wearing a red bodycon slip dress. My long, curly hair was down.

The ambient lighting in the Western restaurant was well set up. The off-white lights cast a soft glow through the gaps in the partitions.

In this kind of environment, it's easy to get swept up in romance.

The six-pack guy was named Wilson Collins. From the moment I appeared before him, his gaze never left me.

I knew he was hooked.

At the end of the meal, he said, "Mila, be my girlfriend."

I slightly parted my red lips. I curved them into a bright smile.

The plan had reached its final step. It was time to reel him in.

I was just about to agree when a voice suddenly appeared above me.

"Having dinner with Jane?"

I froze. Goosebumps rose all over my body.

I slowly turned around and looked up.

Xavier was staring at me.

My heart skipped a beat.

Xavier had always hated being lied to. Anyone who ever lied to him was cut off.

According to him, I could lie. But just don't let him find out.

If he did find out, it was my fault. Not because he was too heartless.

Let alone the fact that I lied to him for another man.

"Who is this?" Wilson asked.