"I beg you, give a chance, a chance to take care of you for a lifeti."
In Victor Hawthorne’s eyes, there was the sincerity and admiration of youthful affection.
But in Joy Quinn’s eyes, it was just a toad lusting after a swan’s flesh,
"But I’m really not ready yet."
She was a person full of clarity and sobriety.
Soone as smart and alert as her was definitely destined to beco the matriarch of a wealthy family.
It was impossible for her to give up her happiness just because she was a little moved.
But perhaps Joy Quinn had already rejected Victor Hawthorne too many tis, so many that even the onlookers couldn’t bear it anymore.
"Prince Hawthorne has confessed so many tis, and she’s still not ready? Who would believe that?"
"If she wasn’t ready, she shouldn’t have shown up here."
"I think Joy Quinn is just deliberately leading Prince Hawthorne on."
In short, the words of the onlookers were difficult to hear.
Joy Quinn’s face visibly darkened.
As for Victor Hawthorne, he seed to have not expected things would turn out like this, with his eyes downcast.
Actually, people around him had more or less said these things to him.
Especially his friend Leo and the others, they all felt Joy Quinn was not as good as he imagined, or possibly deliberately leading him on.
But Victor Hawthorne was unwilling to believe it because that would an admitting he had been blind all along.
However, after confessing for the eighth ti and still being rejected, even Victor couldn’t help but wonder if it was just as those people said.
"Victor, I don’t think that way. You know, I’ve just always wanted to study hard to have a place to stay in Esteria."
Unlike Nina Quinn, who always liked to cultivate the image of a rich, pretty, and innocent heiress, Joy Quinn preferred to establish the persona of a positive and diligent Cinderella, striving and fighting.
"But that shouldn’t hinder us from dating. I’ve said I wouldn’t affect your studies. Joy, is this still not possible?"
Victor Hawthorne knew how diligent and hard-working Joy Quinn was in her studies, but after all, he had just beco an adult.
Being rejected eight tis would also make him lose face and feel uneasy.
Especially when many people didn’t favor Joy Quinn, he also began to doubt his choices.
But the pressure he endured while constantly showing goodwill to her, Joy Quinn seed completely unaware of.
Look, she even comforted him: "Victor, isn’t it nice for us to be friends like this? Look, you wanted to welco you when you returned triumphantly, and I ca. We get along quite well like this, don’t we?"
"It’s different. You can have many friends, but only one lover."
He could have her welco him when he returned in triumph, and others couldn’t.
What he wanted was to beco her only one.
"Victor, please don’t push , okay?"
Victor Hawthorne lifted his head, giving a wan smile: "Am I pushing you?"
He had painstakingly confessed eight tis, only to be rejected eight tis, almost becoming the laughingstock of the entire school.
But in the end, in her eyes, it was like he was forcing her.
At this mont, Victor Hawthorne truly doubted his choices.
So he stood up and casually tossed the flowers and the ring into the nearby trash bin.
If the trophy didn’t belong to him alone, he would have thrown it away too.
Then he turned around and left, not even giving Joy Quinn another glance.
The feeling was as if he really planned to withdraw completely from Joy Quinn’s life.
This made Joy Quinn inexplicably uneasy, so she called out to him: "Victor."
Victor Hawthorne stopped in his tracks, but still didn’t look back at her.
"Will we still be friends in the future?" Joy Quinn asked.
"We’ll talk about the future when it cos."
After saying that, Victor Hawthorne imdiately left.
The crowd that had gathered at the school gate to witness this eighth unresolved confession also dispersed with mixed emotions...
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