Chapter 3The Secret Love of Lucas Reed

The first thing after coming back is, of course, to happily hug the golden thigh (suck up to the powerful)~

Even if I can't hug the thigh, getting some favorability points is fine.

At lunch in the cafeteria, I sat directly opposite Lucas.

The boy raised his dark eyes and met my gaze.

"Something?"

I took out my phone, opened the school forum, and found a post.

Pushed it in front of Lucas.

"School belle Vivian blocks the road to confess to academic god Lucas Reed. Samantha Jones suspected of being broken-hearted, crying half to death on the lawn next to them."

The comment section of the post had hundreds of replies.

In the morning, memories of high school became clearer and clearer in my mind.

The first thing I remembered was this inexplicable post.

Don't know which wicked alum had such a big brain to come up with the title.

With such rich imagination, why not write novels?

During that time, the pressure of senior year was high. After school, I went to feed stray cats behind the teaching building.

Over time, it went from being wary at first to actively rubbing against my pant leg.

Later, that cat was poisoned to death. While burying it, I couldn't help but cry loudly.

Completely didn't notice someone confessing deeply nearby.

The girl confessing was my nemesis, Lucas's lifelong white moonlight: Vivian.

After marrying Lucas, I heard from his personal assistant that Lucas got into a car accident chasing a high-speed train when he learned Vivian was going abroad to get married.

Even when he fell into a coma, he was shouting two words.

"Vivi."

But I know Vivian best.

She has an innocent face but loves to see poor students get jealous over her the most.

In private, she even said in front of all her friends:

"Watching poor people like them fall for me step by step gives me an indescribable sense of accomplishment."

...

After explaining the forum incident, my mouth was dry. I picked up the mineral water on the table and took a sip.

Lucas remained expressionless, couldn't tell if he believed me or not.

After a long time, he said indifferently:

"Oh."

"You drank my water."

Me: "......"