A Love Trap novel Chapter 822

And then there was another seat next to a little fat boy.

The boy looked so much stronger than the rest of the kids in class. His face was chubby and somewhat cute.

"I'll sit there, teacher."

Fabio chose to sit next to a girl.

"Okay. You may take your seat."

However, Fabio did not notice the fat boy's stare of dissatisfaction as he took his seat.

After all the students were seated, the class began. The day's lesson only included simple mathematics and English letters.

It was very simple.

The lesson lasted for less than twenty minutes. After all, kids were hardwired to always be moving.

But for Fabio, he had already grasped the lesson when he was two years old, because of Richard.

Sometimes, when his brother worked out problems at home, he would read Richard's textbooks out of boredom and Richard was willing to teach him some basic knowledge.

Although Fabio already knew the lesson for the day, he did not sneak out of class and still listened to the teacher attentively.

After class, the teacher left the classroom, and everyone was free to play.

The little girl sitting next to Fabio, whose name was Betty, looked at him from time to time, but when their eyes met, she quickly withdrew her gaze.

At the same time, Betty's face flushed a bright red hue.

'How adorable he is!

I want to make friends with him, ' Betty thought to herself shyly.

She did not expect that Fabio would choose to sit next to her.

After catching her stealing glances several times, Fabio lost his patience. He turned around to face Betty and asked, "What's the matter?"

Although Fabio tried to be straight in saying something like that, he had underestimated his own ability to still look nice.

Betty was not scared of him. She actually found him somewhat cute, which made her stare at him longer and forget to reply.

"I... I want to be friends with you. My name is Betty,"

she stammered.

Then her face blushed some more.

Blinking at Fabio, she waited for his reply.

"Betty is my wife."

Before Fabio could reply, a stern voice came from behind.

"No, I am not!" Betty snapped at Bolton, her face burning with annoyance.

"I say you are my wife!" Bolton raised his voice at Betty. His voice permitted no rebuttal.

At the tender age of five, Bolton was a little taller than Fabio.

He had a good-looking face, but his hard features made him look frightening.

However, Fabio was not afraid of him.

"Oh." Fabio said in an icy tone and was about to get up from his seat.

Fabio had planned to stand up from his seat and turned to head outside to have a look around. Sitting in the classroom for a whole day was not his cup of tea.

But when Bolton saw Fabio stand up, he threw back his head proudly like he had frightened Fabio away.

Then, he looked back at Betty and asked, "Why don't you want to sit with me? Why would you choose that boy to sit next to you?"

Betty turned her back on Bolton and replied in a flat voice, "I just like him better, that's all!"

Truth be told, Bolton was very hateful.

Bolton didn't give up and pulled Betty's braided hair and said, "You're my wife. You should sit next to me."

"No way! No! I'm not your wife! I don't want to sit with you!"