Lester smiled politely.

Quentin’s tone was laced with sarcasm, a cold smile curling at his lips. “Why did I just hear you asking him why he didn’t accept your confession back in university?”

Naomi opened her mouth but couldn’t form a sentence. “I…”

Tessa and Sienna exchanged glances. Something about Quentin seemed off today. They could not quite pinpoint what it was, but something was definitely strange.

Naomi let out an awkward laugh. “You must have misheard.”

She fiddled with her phone for a moment. Suddenly, a ringtone played-one she had clearly set herself.

She made a show of answering the call. “Hello? Yes, it’s me. What’s wrong? Oh, right now? Okay, okay, I’m on my way.”

Ending the call, she grabbed her bag and stood up. “Something just came up. I have to go. You guys keep chatting. Bye, Sienna, Tess.”

With that, Naomi hurriedly left. From behind, it looked like she was fleeing the

scene.

Watching her retreating figure, Tessa turned to Sienna and said, “That ringtone was not an alarm sound, was it?”

Sienna nodded. “You heard right. It was definitely an alarm.”

Quentin cast Lester a long, meaningful look. “So that’s her type, huh?”

Lester was at a loss for words.

“You guys continue chatting. I’m heading back too.” Quentin stood up and left just as quickly as he had come.

Once he was gone, Tessa leaned in and whispered to Sienna. “Sienna, why do I feel like something is off between Quentin and Naomi?”

“I feel the same way.”

Before long, Quentin caught up with Naomi in the parking lot.

“Running off so fast? Feeling guilty about something?” Quentin grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

Naomi pushed at his chest, looking flustered. “Don’t act like this outside. What if Tess and the others see?”

Quentin scoffed, his breath coming out a cold chuckle. “Are you worried

a seeing us, or a you like seeing?”

man

that

“What nonsense are you talking about? I like you.” Naomi glared at him.

“I heard everything you said just now. You liked Lester back in

university, did you not?” Quentin

armtightened around her waist, his other hand gripping her chin.

Naomi bit her lower lip, stammering. “I… Who hasn’t had a crush on someone before? Can you honestly say you never liked anyone in university?”

Quentin let out a low chuckle. “I never have not even once.”

Naomi’s eyes snapped up to him, filled with shock.

Quentin met her gaze head-on, his expression deadly serious. “From beginning to

end, I have only ever liked you.”

Naomi froze. “I… I’m your first love?”

“Who else?” Quentin lowered his head and claimed her lips in a firm kiss.

Tender and lingering, full of affection.

“Heartless little thing.”

When they finally parted, both were slightly breathless. A flush bloomed on Naomi’s cheeks, her gaze slightly dazed.

“Come to my place, yeah?” Quentin’s fingers brushed lightly over her lips.

Naomi let out a soft hum in assent.

…

At Quentin’s private villa, they lost themselves completely in each other.

Amidst the heat of passion, Quentin gripped her chin and asked, “Do you like me, or Lester?”

Naomi’s eyes were misty, her breath coming in soft gasps. “I like you. Only you.” Hearing the answer he wanted, Quentin leaned down once more.