NovelEnglishChapter 299 "An arrangement?" Mila, still dizzy from the alcohol, echoed his words without thinking.
Her cheeks were flushed-a side effect of her low tolerance-and when she raised her head, her eyes were dewy and unfocused, her gaze drifting up to meet Lysander's.
Something darkened in Lysander's eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, voice turning even lower, rougher.
He spoke slowly. "Yes. I've been thinking... If what you need is stability, I can give you that. But not as boyfriend and girlfriend." Mila froze, not quite following.
He continued, his tone lazy, almost careless. "I know you're struggling with money. I can support you two thousand a month, on call whenever I want. But you can't tell anyone about us. When it's over, I'll give you a bonus. You won't lose out. Satisfied?" As if he already expected her agreement, Lysander didn't wait for her reply. He leaned in, impatient now, and crushed his mouth to hers.
His breath was scorching.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOne of his big hands wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her against his chest. The kiss was clumsy and urgent, rough enough to feel like he wanted to devour her whole.
Mila started to shake.
Reality snapped back, and she recoiled, shoving at Lysander's chest with all her strength. She beat her fists against him, eyes wide and brimming with tears, disbelief written all over her face.
She finally broke free.
Staggering back a few steps, she felt a burning pain on her lips-they were already swollen.
"You-!" She glared at him, chest heaving, a suffocating sense of humiliation rising inside her. She could hardly believe what she'd just heard.
Support her? What did he take her for? During her struggle, she'd accidentally landed a fist on his jaw. Lysander pressed a hand to the reddening spot, frowning, and his next words cout sharp and irritated.
"Not enough? Three thousand, then." When Mila just stared at him, speechless, Lysander's patience snapped. His voice dropped, icy and impatient. "Six thousand. But that's my final offer. If you want to be greedy, forget it." Six thousand. That was the price he was willing to pay for this rare, burning desire.
He seemed sure it was enough.
Mila trembled, staring at the man before her-arrogant, cold, tossing money at her like she was a commodity. Was this really the person she'd liked? For a split second, shoverwhelmed her.
Smack! Without thinking, she slapped him hard across the face. Tears glimmering in her eyes, she glared at him as he turned away, silent.
"You bastard! You makesick!" Her voice wavered, but she shouted, then spun and ran.
After storming back to campus, Mila's anger faded, replaced by an gnawing fear, Shelregretted lashing out-after all, compared to him, she had no power, no connections. She couldn't trust Lysander's temper, either.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnd she was right.
Angry men could be terrifying.
Not long after, the school announced a problem with the scholarship and hardship grant applications a "processing error," they said. All awards were suspended, pending a new review. But days passed with no updates.
No matter how many times Mila resubmitted her paperwork, it was always rejected, labeled "incomplete"-no hope at all.
It wasn't long before Miranda, her friend, got the real story: the scholarship and hardship grant had been quietly given to another student.
Mila barely had tto react before Miranda exploded with indignation.
"What? What right does he have to Q.
that money? The scholarship, fine, money? The but the hardship grant? The guy just posted his brand new iPhone and a car on social media last week! Seriously, what part of his life is 'hardship'? Ugh, I'm so mad I could scream!"
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