NovelEnglishChapter 128 "But I can give you my number," Sylvan said, his eyes fixed on Citrine with the intensity of a wolf catching sight of prey.
The two of them were standing close, and from this distance, Sylvan could truly appreciate just how beautiful the girl was.
Inwardly, he couldn't help but scoff at Travis's poor judgment. How could anyone take a girl like this for granted? "I'm not—" Citrine started, a little flustered and about to explain herself, but before she could get another word out, Travis shot Sylvan a death glare and cut in sharply, "Shut the hell up." "That's my little sister, you idiot." As soon as he finished, he shot a look at the guys around him, and someone quickly made room by his side.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust then, Amelia returned from the counter, having placed their order. Citrine didn't bother with pleasantries— she grabbed Amelia and led her straight to the two empty seats beside Travis. Citrine sat down right next to her brother, with Amelia on her other side.
Amelia blinked, still a bit dazed by the sudden flurry of introductions and seat shuffling. Before she could process what was happening, Citrine had already nudged her into the seat.
"That's my brother, and these are a few of his friends," Citrine whispered in Amelia's ear.
Amelia nodded, starting to catch on.
Citrine glanced at the guys in front of Travis and politely introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Travis's sister, and this is my friend." "Nice to meet you, I'm Sylvan," Sylvan answered, now looking considerably less cocky after learning who Citrine was.
"Hey there, I'm Carney-your brother's friend," chimed in the next guy.
"And I'm Springer, also a friend of Travis's," said the third.
Once the introductions were done, Citrine turned to her brother. "So, are you guys here for the track meet too?" "Yeah." The word "brother" made Travis's heart skip awkwardly. He looked away, uncomfortable.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJust then, Sylvan seemed to remember something. He glanced at Travis, curiosity lighting up his face. "Wait, Travis, I thought your sister was that Regina, the heiress at Elegance Peak Academy?" At the mention of "Regina," a cold glint flashed in Travis's eyes. His voice was icy as he cut in, "She's not. Don't bring her up." Everyone knew Travis couldn't stand Regina. Realizing he'd touched a nerve, Sylvan quickly scrambled for a new topic.
"Right, so-Citrine, what brings you and your schoolmates from Elegance Peak Academy to eat here? I've met people from your school before, and seriously, every guy and girl there acts like they're royalty, looking down their noses at everyone. They even say eating pasta is too 'uncivilized' for their refined image. But you, you're nothing like those stuck-up snobs." Sylvan rambled on, not giving Citrine a chance to jump in. When he finally paused for breath, Citrine spoke up at last.
She looked at Sylvan, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Well, have you considered that maybe I'm not actually from Elegance Peak Academy?" Sylvan squinted at her, sizing her up, then shook his head with certainty. "No way. You're way too pretty not to be."
"I've met plenty of girls from Elegance Peak Academy, and every one ofn head them is polished from head to toe-a little high-maintenance, sure, but all of them are gorgeous." "But you? You're even more stunning. Plus, that aura of yours-you just look like you belong at Elegance Peak."
Sylvan knew a bit about Travis's family-the Carmichaels, after all, sent their ir kids to elite schools-so he was even more convinced.
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