Chapter 2The Mind-Reading Crush

I froze, shaking my head slightly. I lowered my head, face burning, not daring to speak to him, only sneaking glances. Inside, I was fangirling hard:

[Ahhh! Hubby talked to me first!]

[Guess Hubby wasn't talking about me. No need to move, yay!]

[Hubby looks even hotter when he's angry (＾－＾)! Must look more while I can! Profit! Hehe.]

[Good thing it's hot today. Hubby is wearing a thin white shirt. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, huge Adam's apple—all on display. Drool. Hubby's Adam's apple is so big, I wanna kiss it.]

[By the way, speaking of big, I wonder if Hubby's...]

My gaze drifted downward.

Paxton's tall, lean body suddenly stiffened. A flush spread from his handsome cheeks to his ears.

He grabbed the black windbreaker from the back of his chair, put it on quickly, and zipped it all the way up, covering exactly what I wanted to see, before sitting back down.

Seeing this, I quickly sat down too.

Afraid someone else would take the seat if I was a second late.

After all, the line of girls chasing Paxton stretched from school to his villa.

Don't know what luck I had today.

There were plenty of empty seats when he came in, but he chose the one opposite me.

Lucky day!

His roommate sitting next to him whispered:

"Pax, aren't you afraid of heatstroke bundling up like that?"

Paxton stared absently at his textbook, his peripheral vision drifting towards me. His thin lips pressed into a line as he replied coolly:

"Mm, AC is too cold."

My mood instantly plummeted. Mechanically taking out my books, I pretended to study while zoning out:

[Boohoo, heard men are afraid of cold because of kidney deficiency. Such a pity for Hubby's god-tier face if he's useless.]

[Wait, Hubby's roommate is on the basketball team too. Not as hot as Hubby, but at least functional. Should I switch husbands?]

[So many hot guys in the world, if this one fails, I'll switch. As long as the new one is good enough, I'll forget the old one~]

With some regret, my gaze shifted from Paxton to his roommate.

[Damn, we college girls need to look at jock pecs to survive finals week.]

But before I could appreciate the view.

Zip. Paxton unzipped his jacket quickly, taking it off as if urgently trying to stop something.