Before anyone realized it, the hall had emptied out, leaving only the messy dining tables, a harbinger of what was to come.
Alex, tasting forbidden fruit for the first time, sensed the girl's tacit consent and held nothing back, not even pausing at the crucial moment.
Amidst her excitement, Kiara felt her mind go blank, aware of what was happening, yet a strange thought inexplicably surfaced in her heart: This feels exactly the same as last night.
Alex, however, was utterly bewildered, even mistakenly thinking time had reversed and he'd been transported back to the previous night.
Opening her eyes and seeing Alex's panicked expression, Kiara let out a 'pfft' of laughter, finding it amusing. Then, biting her lip and blushing, she clumsily took the initiative, relying on the limited experience she'd gained the night before.
Alex couldn't think straight. He was a bit dazed until he lost himself in the moment.
For Kiara, this was the true first time. Last night had merely been a preview, a way for her to clearly recognize her own feelings.
After a whole day of contemplation, Kiara could no longer deceive herself. She decided to hold tightly onto Alex and never let go. This wasn't like those childish games of house from years past; if you missed it, you lost it. She refused to face such a future.
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Early the next morning, under the girl's affectionate gaze, Alex walked out of her house and headed towards his own home.
Entering the house, Alex intended to sneak back to his room without attracting attention, but as his gaze shifted, he saw a woman sitting on the sofa, staring at him with a profound, resentful look in her dark-circled eyes.
It seemed Freya had waited for him all night; her resentment was off the charts.
"Ahem..." Alex steadied himself, met her gaze, and tried to speak calmly, "I was dragged to an internet cafe by a classmate last night. The game was too fun, I forgot to tell you."
He expected Freya to be angry, but she simply nodded and said flatly, "Go wash up and have breakfast. Don't be late."
Alex looked at her strangely, hesitated for a moment, then headed towards the bathroom, though a twinge of guilt now stirred in his heart.
Seeing him enter the bathroom, Freya suddenly raised her fist and shook it threateningly in his direction, then muttered resentfully, "Smelling of cheap perfume... Don't let me find out who it is, or else... hmph."
With that, she put her fist down, took out a compact mirror, and touched up her makeup, mainly to make the dark circles look more natural, more like she truly hadn't slept all night.
She had indeed waited for Alex last night, only she accidentally fell asleep on the sofa around midnight.
Waking up in the morning to find Alex still not back, she was simmering with anger, especially when he returned smelling of perfume. It gave her the sickening feeling of a prized cabbage from her own garden being trampled by a pig. She was furious, but knew getting angry wouldn't change anything. She could only continue the act, playing the pitiful role to win Alex's sympathy, and plan the rest step by step.
As for who that vixen was?
The more Freya thought about it, the angrier she became, dark energy seeming to billow behind her. She secretly vowed that once she caught the vixen, she'd make her experience the heart-wrenching pain of being cheated on.
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