Fortunately, Giselle Frost had deep, striking features and an impossibly beautiful face—the kind that looked like the goddess many guys fantasized about. When angry, she only appeared overwhelmingly imposing rather than like she was about to throw punches.
Even so, under Giselle’s pressure, Tim’s montum completely evaporated. Elias suddenly squatted down, his eyes trembling as he looked at her, his face written with fear.
Giselle paused slightly. Even though she kept telling herself that Elias was not Lucien, that they were completely different people and the forr didn’t even deserve to be ntioned in the sa breath as the latter, seeing Elias trembling like this made her involuntarily think of Lucien.
She didn’t want Lucien to be afraid of her, and she definitely didn’t want to see him look so pitiful.
Giselle took a slow breath, calming her emotions and suppressing most of the raging fury inside her.
She didn’t spare Tim a single glance, her eyes fixed on Elias the entire ti. "Stand up."
She had already been very restrained, but those three words still carried an icy chill, as if they could freeze the air itself.
Elias’s body shook. He lowered his head like a frightened animal, his trembling growing even more intense.
But from an angle Giselle couldn’t see, Elias raised his hand and gently stroked his own neck, the corner of his lips curving into a faint smile.
Looked like his earlier acting had been on point. He had exposed all the marks on his neck, and Giselle should have seen every single one.
If it weren’t for the fragile persona he had to maintain in front of her, he would have lifted his shirt right then and there to show her his chest and let her see exactly how Serena had used this body to vent...
Just kidding. You couldn’t tease a pure little virgin like that.
Tim, watching Elias so terrified, suddenly found courage from nowhere and shouted at Giselle again, "What the hell do you want? You gonna hit him?!"
Giselle finally glanced at Tim, her brows lightly furrowed. "What does it have to do with you?"
Her tone was flat, without any disdain or mockery. She was simply stating a fact, as casually as asking "Have you eaten?"
But precisely because of that, it stung even more. Tim exploded in anger. "I’m Elias’s roommate! His business is my business! And you—what a piece of shit. You think just because you have money and power you can take advantage of soone when they’re down? And you’re supposed to be the school’s goddess? You don’t even spare your own classmates. Fuck you! I think you—"
Tim turned into a machine gun, unloading on Giselle nonstop.
Elias looked at Tim in genuine shock, mouth slightly open.
Damn, so the way you used to attack was actually holding back!
A trace of confusion flashed in Giselle’s eyes before she quickly understood. Tim had misunderstood her, thinking she was the one who had done this to Elias.
How could she possibly do anything to soone this filthy?
Just looking at him felt like pollution.
Even so, Giselle still spoke to Elias, "Stand up."
She had no intention of explaining anything to Tim.
Seeing that Elias was still ignoring her and not moving, Giselle stepped forward.
As Giselle drew closer, Tim glared at her fiercely. Despite the fear in his heart, he forced himself to look calm on the surface. "I’m warning you, if you dare do anything else to Elias, I’ll expose everything you’ve done and let the whole school know your true face!"
Giselle suppressed the fury that was about to surge again and said coldly, "You’re just going to let him go to class looking like this?"
Tim was stunned. He had to admit Giselle had a point. If Elias went to class looking like this and soone saw...
Tim: "He can just go back to the dorm..."
Giselle couldn’t be bothered wasting any more words on Tim. She walked around him and stopped in front of Elias. She extended a hand toward the pitiful boy still squatting on the ground and said once again, "Stand up."
Elias stared blankly at the hand Giselle offered, as if he couldn’t believe she would still help him. After hesitating for a mont, he really reached out and took her hand.
Giselle said indifferently, "Looks like you haven’t lost your mory."
She was naturally referring to the ti she had taken him to the infirmary, which was also why Elias would trust her.
The fear earlier was simply self-defense after experiencing "that kind of thing."
But in Tim’s eyes, it looked like Elias was being forced to do this out of extre terror.
He opened his mouth to say sothing else, but one cold look from Giselle—completely unmasked—imdiately shut him up.
Elias thought to himself: Bro, you’ve done more than enough. Leave the rest to !
"Let’s go."
Giselle said only one word and started walking, leading Elias by the hand.
They hadn’t gone far. The mont they turned a corner and completely disappeared from Tim’s sight, Giselle suddenly let go of Elias’s hand and gave it a small, light shake, as if she had touched sothing filthy.
Elias: Heh.
Acting all germaphobic and disgusted now. If you’re so repulsed, you better not lick later.
Giselle knew shaking her hand did nothing to actually clean it, but it made her feel a little better. She turned and glanced at Elias, her face expressionless. "Keep up."
Elias stayed rooted in place, his voice timid. "W-where are we going?"
"Keep up." Giselle repeated without turning around, simply continuing forward.
Elias bit his lower lip, putting on a conflicted expression. After a few seconds, he still trotted after her.
Giselle listened to the footsteps following behind her and slowly exhaled a breath heavy with anger.
Giselle led Elias straight out of the campus gates and headed directly toward the nearest...
Hotel.
This place had seen countless university couples. Business was always booming.
Elias watched Giselle stride confidently into the hotel without hesitation, his eyes showing surprise while deep down they glead faintly.
She was this stimulated already? Couldn’t hold back and wanted to punish him?
Because she couldn’t stand the marks Serena had left on him, she was going to erase them herself...
Elias had already started thinking about what kind of reaction he should have in bed. He couldn’t make any sounds in front of Serena, and of course he couldn’t in front of Giselle either. In her eyes he was still a pure little deer. He couldn’t exactly moan out "sob... fuck ," right?
That would completely shatter his character.
Crying was fine though. Making soone cry the first ti should give Giselle a strong sense of accomplishnt, no?
Giselle noticed Elias hadn’t followed her in and turned back. "Co in."
Elias imdiately bit his lower lip and shook his head. "No..." His eyes turned red again.
As if what stood before him was an abyss, and taking even one step inside would drag him into eternal damnation.
Giselle looked at Elias’s resistant appearance. The calm she had barely managed to regain was once again flooded with rage.
Not only was his body dirty—his mind was filthy too.
What did he think she was going to do to him? Ha.
Besides, he had already followed Serena to hotels god knows how many tis, yet he could still put on such a pitiful, innocent act. Truly filthy to the point of...
Being nauseating.
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