My Destined Lover

Laura felt a faint burn on her cheeks.

“No, there’s no problem.” Realizing that she had stuttered, she held her forehead in annoyance. Pretending to be natural, she picked up another mop. It’s never happened before. It must be attributed to what Marcus was wearing today! Marcus was wearing a white shirt and jeans today, a typical student outfit. It is really hard not to be impressed.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

As the sun was setting, they finally finished cleaning up together.

Marcus dropped Laura off at the gate, lowered the window, and gently said, “See you tomorrow.” Laura nodded softly, her voice even softer, “See you tomorrow.”

…

Laura walked into the living room, and her mind somehow still replayed the scene when they said goodbye.

Mrs. Taylor’s said grimly, “Laura, you’re so great.”

Mrs. Taylor leaned back on the sofa and sipped the tea, “Lily is your sister, and you’re bullying her with others. Do you still regard us as your family?” Without thinking, she knew she was referring to Lucy’s scolding of Lily in the morning.

Laura closed the door, “Mom, seriously.” She smirked, “Can you tell my sister to focus on her own business? Otherwise, I don’t mind teaching her how to behave.”

“You!” Mrs. Taylor’s face turned pale, this sudden provocation made her lose control of her expression. She heavily slammed the cup on the table.

“Don’t think I don’t know who you are. You’re just like your mother, a bitch!”

The smile on Laura’s face instantly disappeared.

“You don’t deserve to mention my mother.” She ignored Mrs. Taylor’s contorted face and went upstairs.

As she passed the cup of tea on the table, her palm hidden in her sleeve opened and some white powder floated out, which fell into the water, and quickly disappeared.

Mrs. Taylor was so angry that she took a big sip of water, which barely calmed down the anger in her chest. After drinking, Mrs. Taylor had a stomachache all night.

…

The next day, Class 8.

As the time for the class got closer. More and more people were coming into the classroom with complaints.

“Do you guys smell a strange smell? It stinks.”

“Yeah, I thought I had a nose problem. It turns out there is a real stench.”

“There was no stench in the past, but after someone transferred to our class that there was a sudden …”

A more reasonable student shook his head in disapproval, “don’t make rumors like this. It should be the students who cleaned the classroom yesterday who forgot to take out the garbage.”

“Then who cleaned up yesterday?”

“It seems to be Laura.”

All students frowned and grumbled.

“What the hell, that’s irresponsible.”

“That’s it the people from the countryside, no the sense of responsibility at all.”

“…”

The words were so confident that they all seemed to have seen with their own eyes Laura didn’t clean up.