The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 42

Compared to Lydia, Sasha seemed even less able to accept Sterling's sudden change of heart, desperately coming up with excuses.

"Like right now, Lorelei is screaming that Sterling carried that woman into the classroom. How is that even possible..."

Before she could even finish her sentence, she choked on her words, staring at the classroom door as if someone had just grabbed her by the throat.

"Whoa!"

The entire classroom erupted into a chorus of shocked gasps.

Sensing the commotion, Lydia slowly raised her head, her light-colored eyes widening in disbelief.

Right in front of her was the tall, imposing young man, effortlessly carrying the girl in his arms as if she weighed absolutely nothing.

The girl's slender legs were wrapped tightly around his lean waist like climbing vines.

The posture mirrored the intimacy of lovers in the throes of passion, undeniably provocative and intensely seductive.

For once, Lydia completely lost her composure, staring blankly as he carried the girl past the aisles and toward the back row.

As he walked past her desk, for the first time ever, he didn't stop or even glance in her direction. He just hurried by, quickly putting distance between them.

She could clearly see his flushed face, a reaction that shattered every single excuse Sasha had just made.

Sasha's wild theories were utterly obliterated, leaving them both looking like absolute fools.

What was worse was that the girl, with her arms looped around his neck, peeked over his shoulder and locked eyes with her.

Her name was... Elena, wasn't it?

Remembering the name, Lydia watched numbly as the girl offered a shy, knowing smile, radiating the smug confidence of a victor.

"Lydia, your hand... stop it!"

It wasn't until Sterling and Elena sat down that Sasha finally pulled her furious gaze away.

Turning back, she saw Lydia looking completely dazed, overwhelmed by a suffocating wave of despair.

Sasha quickly grabbed her hands, noticing how tightly Lydia had clenched her fists, a physical manifestation of her shattered emotional defenses.

"...I'm fine."

Lydia sat up straight and slowly pulled her hands back, ignoring the stinging in her palms as she muttered again, "I'm fine."

Her voice was hollow and obscure, making her true feelings impossible to read.

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Ignoring the collective gasps of everyone in the room, Elena was carried into the classroom right in front of the crowd.

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