Chapter 1The Billionaire Hiding in My Closet

I went to my childhood friend's room to give him fruit, but he yelled at me:

"Can you stop just barging into my room? We aren't kids anymore."

He wasn't wearing headphones. His junior, a girl with a sickeningly sweet voice, was on speakerphone, deliberately provoking me:

"Caleb, let's fall asleep on a voice call tonight too."

I casually agreed and told him not to come into my room anymore either.

He sneered:

"Who cares?"

I thought so too.

I went back to my room and happily opened my wardrobe:

"You don't have to hide in here next time. He won't come into my room again."

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I knocked on the door for a while.

There was no movement inside.

I pursed my swollen lips, feeling a bit impatient.

But Julian was still teasing me through my earphones:

"Hiss, it's so cold."

The sound of metal clinking came from the other end of the line.

Just hearing it, I could imagine the vivid scene of him putting a body chain on himself.

My voice was dry:

"I'll be back soon, don't rush."

Then I kicked open Caleb's door.

Smack.

Caleb slammed his phone face down on the desk, making a loud noise.

Seeing me, a hint of guilty panic flashed in his eyes.

I glanced at him casually.

No headphones. He was ignoring me on purpose.

I didn't care. I put the fruit on the table and turned to leave.

"My mom sent these."

"Caleb, you scared Sweetie."

His voice overlapped with the delicate, whiny voice of Mia "Sweetie" Miller on the phone.

Caleb instinctively went to comfort her.

Seeing I was about to leave, he grabbed my wrist.

The initial guilt turned into anger:

"Zoey, can you stop barging into my room? Do you think we're still kids?"

His brows furrowed in annoyance, as if I was pestering him endlessly.

Mia chimed in:

"Yeah, big sister, boys and girls are different. My mom taught me from a young age not to go into other boys' rooms."

I was fully focused on listening to Julian's increasingly rapid breathing through my earphones, my mind elsewhere.

I replied casually:

"Right, everything you said is right."

But that made Mia cry.

Caleb looked at me impatiently, as if I had committed a heinous crime:

"Why do you always bully Sweetie? I told you we're just friends. Do you have to target her all the time?"