Chapter 4The Roommate Trap

Back at my seat, he saw the courier box on my chair and asked, "What did you buy?"

I said without blushing or skipping a beat, "Shoes."

Blake frowned slightly, gaze falling on the courier box again.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly threw the box under the desk.

It's just a regular cardboard box, right? Although good quality, there's no logo on it!

Or very small, just a pattern. Unless looking closely, you wouldn't see it. And Blake bought it online, right? He shouldn't know this box contained the dress he bought.

I calmed down, sighing involuntarily. This is what happens when you do bad things; whenever Blake does anything slightly, I feel guilty.

After this is over, I definitely won't do bad things again.

Actually, I regretted it too, but I couldn't pull out then.

Thinking back to that time returning to the dorm, the door wasn't fully closed, and voices came from inside: "Holy crap, he... he actually likes men? Damn, hope he doesn't look at me."

I rolled my eyes. You guys don't even look in the mirror. I care about looks.

Then I heard another roommate say: "Not really, heard Logan has someone he likes."

At this moment, that voice I always thought was particularly nice came coldly from inside: "So disgusting."

Crack...

Something shattered.

Oh, it was my filter of Blake shattering all over the ground.

I wanted to push the door open fiercely, but in the end, I cowardly went downstairs and sat on the grass nearby, sad for ten minutes.

I thought even if our relationship wasn't great, we could still talk a bit. Didn't expect him to be this kind of person.

From that day on, my other two roommates subconsciously dodged me but sucked up to Blake. I felt all this was caused by Blake.

Finally, filled with resentment, I decided to disgust him.

Now, there's no turning back.

Not only did I not reflect on whether my actions were excessive, but I felt I was losing out.

Platonic love is all about emotional value. I was heartbroken, feeling I gave a bit too much.

Picked up the phone, opened the alt account, and messaged him: [Hubby, want to see your 🍆 pic.]

After sending, I suddenly sobered up and quickly retracted it.

Ahhh, ridiculous.

My face turned red instantly.

Hurriedly placed the phone face down on the desk.

Carefully glancing next door, I saw the handsome guy staring at his phone screen, brows slightly furrowed, expression subtle. Didn't know if he saw my message.

But he didn't reply. Probably didn't see it. Small probability he saw it and chose to ignore.

I'm used to it, even painfully thinking, taking revenge while being a simp is a losing business I won't do again.