《More Than a Campus Fling》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

“I want you to shut your fucking mouth and say nothing!” she barked immediately, her face twisting into a hard frown. I froze, my body going still again. “If you had any common sense, any decency, you wouldn’t have come home for Christmas after how we treated you at Thanksgiving. Don’t you get the message yet? We don’t want you here anymore.” Each word landed heavily in my chest, pressing down harder than the last. My fingers curled into the bedsheets beneath me. “You’ve brought nothing but shame and disappointment to this family. Now my sister is using you to mock us right at our dining table. Your father can’t even bear to look at you anymore.” That one hurt the most. My throat tightened painfully as I swallowed. I noticed. “If you know what’s right for you,” she continued, her voice colder now, sharper, “don’t make the mistake of coming here during your next break or holiday.” She turned toward the door, pausing just slightly before adding, “Because I promise you, I won’

I walked through the driveway of the penthouse, my shoes crunching softly against the gravel, each step louder than I wanted it to be. My eyes lifted to the structure ahead, the floor-to-ceiling glass reflecting the trees, the sky, and everything beyond. Why does it always feel like I’m walking into something I can’t escape from? I tightened my jaw, pushing the thought down as I stepped onto the front porch.I reached into my pocket, fingers brushing against the smooth plastic of my access key card before pulling it out. I swiped it against the access control reader.The door chimed. A green light blinked.My breath slipped out quietly.I wrapped my hand around the door handle, turning it slowly, stepping into the house and shutting the door gently behind me.I stepped into the living room— and froze.Tony.Standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, his back half-turned, his gaze fixed outside— on the driveway… on the road beyond it. Watching.My heart dropped into my stomach. He sa

12 Minutes Later.Megan pulled into the parking lot of their department, the tires of her black Toyota Highlander screeching slightly as she cut the wheel sharper than necessary. She pushed the door open and stepped out, slamming it shut behind her without a second glance, her Chanel bag already clinging tightly to her shoulder as she headed straight for the stairs.Her shoes hit the concrete in rapid succession as she climbed, her pace unrelenting. A group of girls descending from the first floor spotted her.“Hi, Meg—”She walked right past them.Didn’t slow.Didn’t look.Didn’t respond.Her jaw was tight, her gaze fixed ahead.By the time she reached the first-floor corridor, her steps hadn’t lost speed. She dug into her bag, pulling out her phone mid-stride, her fingers moving fast across the screen.I’m here. Where are you guys?She hit send.The reply came almost instantly.3rd floor. Second class by the left. Before the secretariat.She didn’t hesitate.She moved sharply toward

The Following Night. 10PM.A Street Upstate New York, Off Campus Grounds.LILY.She tightened her grip on the steering wheel as the red Chevrolet Colorado rolled slowly through the quiet street, the dim streetlights casting long shadows across the road. Megan sat beside her, shifting slightly in her seat, her eyes flicking from the windshield to the empty sidewalks outside. The low hum of the engine was the only sound between them until Lily eased her foot off the pedal and pulled to a stop at the corner.She parked.Killed the engine.Silence dropped in instantly.Lily turned her head toward Megan, her expression composed, almost too composed. “We’re here.”Megan’s brows pulled together as she glanced around, her body tensing. “Here? At this dark corner?” Her voice lowered, uneasy. “I don’t like this.”Lily reached forward, grabbing her phone from the holder on the dashboard. The screen lit up, casting a faint glow on her face as her eyes scanned it quickly. “This is the location the

“I’m not,” Tyler said, raising his hands slightly. “But Noah is Noah. He can do whatever he chooses to.” Tom opened his mouth to argue again, but his phone suddenly vibrated in his hand. He glanced down. “3:50,” he muttered, then looked up. “It’s time. Let’s go. PSY430 starts in ten minutes.” Noah glanced at the Richard Mille resting on his wrist, then nodded once as he stood. Tyler rose next, stretching slightly. Tom dropped the controller onto the couch, the plastic hitting the cushion with a soft bounce as he grabbed his phone. Noah reached for his jacket, slipping it on smoothly before heading toward the door. They stepped out into the hallway together, their footsteps echoing lightly against the polished floor as they made their way toward the elevator at the end of the corridor. The doors slid open. They stepped in. And as the elevator doors closed, Noah’s gaze dropped briefly, his mind drifting back to the video, to her face, to that moment in the library. Let’s see i