Mr. Fake-Mute's Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool novel Chapter 48

Through mutual friends, I learned that Alexander was looking for information about me.

I wasn’t surprised in the least.

Perhaps he’d finally learned that my hearing was cured, and belatedly realized that I’d already heard all those harsh words in the private room that day.

But none of that mattered anymore.

My days in London were fulfilling. Though the outdoor boot camps exhausted me and left me sun–tanned, I’d never felt so carefree.

I joined many clubs and made lots of new friends.

even attended mixer parties hosted by upperclassmen and exchanged contacts with several guys.

So when I saw that familiar male figure downstairs at the women’s dormitory, I was genuinely surprised.

intended to take a detour and leave.

But Alexander spotted me first and strode over with long steps.

His tone carried a hint of pleading:

‘Chloe, I really missed you.”

‘Can we talk? Please?”

My roommates, thinking we had some relationship, exchanged knowing glances and left together first.

looked up at the sky.

After a long sigh, I looked at him expressionlessly: “Make it quick. I’m busy and need to get back to rest.”

Alexander’s eyes reddened and his voice trembled slightly:

I know I was wrong. That day I just… I was put on the spot by everyone and had to say those things.”

I thought you couldn’t hear, so I said it to save face.”

‘Agreeing to Bianca’s date invitation was just a joke too–we never actually dated…”

burst out laughing.

‘Is that the only reason?”

I looked at him seriously and said softly:

“You took off my hearing aid many times, and definitely said awful things like that more than once, letting everyone make a fool of

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me, didn’t you?”

“You say you didn’t date Bianca, but didn’t you go shopping for ski gear together planning to go to Aspen? Since you did it, don’t pretend to push all the responsibility onto others.”

“You always say Bianca is young, but I’m a year younger than her. You say she has it hard, but at least she’s physically healthy. All these years, how many dirty looks have I endured because of my hearing impairment? Did you ever stand up for me once?”

I’ll never forget–during sophomore year.

I participated in a debate competition with some friends, and our side won decisively.

As we were leaving, their second speaker kept mocking and sneering behind us:

“It’s just a competition, who can’t handle losing? At least I’m not disabled.”

“Pfft, someone like that couldn’t even land a decent job. All she does is talk.”

My heart ached, and I instinctively looked to Alexander for help.

But he walked out with a cold expression, as if he hadn’t heard anything.

I turned back and mustered the courage to argue back, telling them to watch their mouths. What I got in return was overwhelming laughter from several people.

And everyone on our side were Alexander’s friends–not one stood up for me.

I could only hold back tears and go home, then message him asking why.

I still remember his ice–cold words that day.

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