Chapter 675
But two hours later, Edwin still found nothing.
He looked at the time; Preston should be about to finish class, so he got up, left the school lounge, and hurried toward the school gate.
At this time, at the entrance of the school parked an extremely showy bright -blue motorcycle . Preston was sitting bored on it with a lollipop in his mouth while playing a game on his mobile phone. Not far behind them was a group of girls who wanted to get closer but were too afraid to do so.
Seeing Edwin coming, he frowned impatiently and threw his phone at him. “What took you so long?”
Edwin caught the phone in his hand and helped him win the round before returning it.
Preston looked at the victory on the screen. He said nothing, but just took a small black card out of his pocket and threw it into Edwin’s hand. “This is for you. You want to join me for basketball?”
Edwin put away the little card, then looked up at Preston. He suddenly found that his sharp facial features were inexplicably similar to Nicole’s, and he was hooked.
He thought it must be an illusion because he had been too busy lately. Edwin blinked his eyes. ‘They clearly look different. It’s all in my head.’
He came out of his daze with embarrassment. “I need to take care of something back at the office. So I can’t join you.”
Preston raked his hair irritably. “Okay, call me if anything. I’ll go over when I’m done.”,
Edwin nodded. Preston started the motorcycle and sped away. Going into the garage, Edwin got into his car and drove in the opposite direction.
Nicole walked out of the school not long after the two left.
He could not help saying, “Your caramel macchiato, Nicole.” Then he stood there for tens of seconds, waiting with certainty for Nicole to feel curious and say something to him.
Nicole did not look at him but just said, “Put it down.”
Words choked in Claus’s throat, and he was looking at Nicole when he sat back down.
‘She is cooler than Mr. Johnston; there is no superfluous word and gossip. She didn’t even talk much while I was standing there. Well, since she is not asking, I can’t just go over and tell her that Mr. Johnston will arrive soon. That will make me look stupid.’
He waited a little longer, and Jared had yet arrived. He became anxious, feeling not too happy, and so he texted Мах.
[When is the boss coming?]
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