Chapter 1891

Marion raised an eyebrow, offering her a hand.

She grabbed it, but he pulled back. As a result, she fell back into the water. The splash was even bigger this time.

"Argh!" She flailed, furious.

Marion smirked, enjoying the revenge.

The red-haired guy from earlier ran over, worried. "You okay? Did you get hurt?"

He draped his jacket over her. Marion watched, a sour feeling rising.

'Childhood sweethearts, huh? Real tight,' he thought.

Itzel came out at the commotion. "Marion, what's wrong with you, bullying a girl? Apologize to Debra!"

Marion glanced at Debra, now in Jordan's arms.

"Miss Frazier, I'm sorry," he said.

"I don't accept it!" Debra snapped, near tears.

The thrill of payback faded. Guilt and pity crept in.

He'd just met her, yet her every move tugged at him. It was unsettling, like two souls fought inside him. One wanted to mess with her, and the other ached for her.

After everyone left with Debra, Marion wandered to the greenhouse.

Inside were Caleb's prized roses. It was locked at night.

Marion recalled how those guys overseas used roses to fix things with girls. They told him that roses could cheer up any angry girl.

He picked the lock skillfully and went in. "There were a lot of roses, but they were all the same breed.

Not knowing much about flowers, he snipped every rose with clippers and wrapped them in paper.

As he walked out, a voice in his head urged him not to make Debra cry.

In the corridor of the second floor, he heard Jordan consoling Debra. His mood soured, and he tossed the roses at her.

When her crying stopped, he looked away. "My mom asked me to give you these." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ fιɴdnοvel.net

"Who wants your stupid roses?" Debra flung them up, the petals scattering.

At that moment, he seemed to see her in a white veil.

A strange feeling stirred, like another soul was clawing to take over. "These are my grandfather's new breed. It's rare. Only we have them."