Reborn Rich: Prices Dropped, My Savings Didn't novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Chapter 3: I’ve Been Wanting to Hit You for a Long Time

A commotion erupted below the women’s dormitory.

When Cecilia Sterling emerged, the crowd of students automatically parted to form a path for her. A variety of gazes fell upon her in unison.

At Lorcain Tech, Shawn Lane was well-known because of his family background, but Cecilia Sterling was no less famous.

She was beautiful and intelligent. When she first enrolled as a freshman, someone posted her photo on the campus forum, causing quite a stir online. The male students of Lorcain Tech hailed her as their new "pure yet seductive" goddess.

Countless men from every department tried everything they could to get close to her and launch their own fierce pursuits. Shawn Lane was one of them.

The day Cecilia had said yes was still fresh in everyone’s minds. That day, just like today, Shawn had been waiting downstairs with a bouquet of roses. Even the crowd of onlookers was almost the same.

Seeing Cecilia appear, Shawn’s face lit up with joy as he hurried to meet her.

"Cecilia, I’m sorry. I apologize for what my mom did today. Please, don’t be angry."

With a blank expression, Cecilia swung her arm. A black trash bag, stuffed to the brim, loomed large before Shawn’s eyes and then slammed right into his face.

Its weight crushed the huge bouquet of roses. Caught completely off guard, Shawn dropped both the flowers and the trash bag to the ground.

The onlookers’ eyes widened. Their once varied gazes were now united in pure shock.

That shock was mixed with a hint of confusion.

What is Cecilia doing?

Did they have a fight? The look on her face is really off!

Don’t tell me they’re breaking up? They’ve only been together for less than six months, haven’t they?

The whispers grew louder as everyone began to speculate on what had happened between them.

With that single act, Cecilia Sterling had shown Shawn Lane zero respect. Being watched by so many people, Shawn couldn’t help but feel utterly humiliated.

But he swallowed his pride. Seeing Cecilia about to leave without a word, he didn’t even bother to pick up the things on the ground. He strode forward, grabbed her hand, and leaned in to plead softly, "You can’t really be this disappointed in me over what happened last time, can you?"

"I was just too nervous that time. Please, give me another chance, okay? I promise I’ll do better next time!"

Cecilia shoved him away. Then, looking at Shawn, she curled her lip and let out an utterly disdainful scoff.

Her eyes, her expression, even that scoff—everything about her was filled with mockery and contempt.

She hadn’t said a single word, yet it felt as if she had said everything.

Shawn’s brows furrowed in anger and impatience. He was more confused than ever.

’What on earth does she mean by this?’

But Cecilia was doing it on purpose. She wanted to make Shawn overthink, to keep him guessing, to force him to torture himself.

It was just like how he had treated her back then—stealing her thesis, publishing it under his name without a single word of explanation. Their three-year relationship had ended with a cold, red exclamation mark, and she’d never again opened her heart to romance for the rest of her life.

She no longer believed in love.

Without a backward glance, Cecilia walked into the dormitory building. The gawking crowd didn’t understand the full story, but they could sense that the two of them were over.

Shawn’s hands clenched into fists. He turned, squatting down to pick up the fallen roses and the trash bag. His face, cast in shadow, gradually darkened, and a flicker in his eyes was hard to decipher.

"Cecilia, you really don’t know what’s good for you. A guy as outstanding as Shawn Lane is willing to be with you, and you don’t appreciate it at all."

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