Chapter 3The Roommate Trap

Changing clothes in the bathroom, I finally took a few deep breaths. Almost suffocated.

Coming out, Sarah was looking at the dress box. Without checking, I wouldn't have known, but a search startled me: "Damn, your hubby is rich? This dress is over two thousand dollars."

"What?" I was shocked. "For this thing?"

I instantly felt the dress was average.

I originally planned to sell it online, but now I worried about disputes when we break up later. So I packed it back into the box and put it in the courier box.

Didn't remove the tag. When we fall out later, I'll mail it back to him to avoid exposing my true identity during a dispute.

Just after editing the photos, I sent a few to Blake.

He was probably busy, so he didn't see them immediately. When Sarah and I left the hotel and were buying skewers at the food court, my phone vibrated. I took it out and saw he replied.

Sarah leaned over to look and read: "Wifey is so beautiful... Eww~ I can't imagine how those words came out of Blake's handsome face. Logan, make him send a voice message."

Me: "..." Hmphed, satisfying her. So I raised my phone and secretly messaged him: [Want to hear hubby's voice. So sexy, can loop it three hundred times every time~]

My flirting skills are natural. I have to sigh, it's only normal that Blake was taken down by me, hehehe.

He quickly replied with a voice message: "Wifey looks very good."

Although only four words and a bit cold, Blake's voice was magnetic and mellow, sounding even better than the voice actors Sarah secretly listens to at night.

Stars in her eyes, but her focus was: "Omg, he called you wifey. So smooth, sweeter than eating two hundred pounds of durian."

Hearing that, I seemed to smell a strong stench.

Oh, it's the stinky tofu next door.

Putting away the phone, I shouted: "Boss, one portion."

Planning to take it back to stink up Blake.

Then Sarah, who wanted to lose weight, ate it all on the way.

We were high school classmates and neighbors. She's the one who goes to this university.

After eating skewers and stinky tofu, we parted ways.

Speaking of which, Blake is really famous. Even students from the neighboring university know his name.

Many people came to our school to watch basketball because of Blake.

Also because of this, Blake's bros were heartbroken that he sprained his ankle, losing them many chances to be surrounded by beauties.

Back in the dorm, unsurprisingly, Blake was there. Isn't his home in the city?

Why not go home to recover, staying here being an eyesore? Annoying!

I only dared to complain in my heart. Look, he sent a message asking me to bring food. Didn't I obediently take the long way to bring back his favorite meal?

I put the takeout on his desk: "Here, ninety-five."

Blake's gaze swept over my hand imperceptibly, picking up his phone: "Thanks, sent."

I clicked open, it was a hundred. He always rounds up when asking me to buy things. I mentioned it once, but he kept doing it, so I let him be. I can't round down for him and say the meal was ninety, right?

Then I'd lose money!