Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Don’t make me wait

[Flashback]

The scorching afternoon sun hung heavily over the school field as students groaned through their physical training session.

"Two more laps!" the coach shouted loudly from across the ground.

Instant complaints immediately echoed everywhere.

"I’m dying already."

"Why does this school hate us?"

"You call this education?"

Among the students jogging around the field, Ivy remained unusually quiet.

Her breathing had already turned uneven, but she still forced herself to continue running while trying to avoid drawing attention.

Unfortunately, avoiding attention had never really worked for her.

"Well, look who’s struggling already," Polly mocked loudly as she slowed down beside Olivia.

Olivia snickered while eyeing Ivy from head to toe. "At this rate, she’ll probably faint before finishing one lap."

Several nearby students laughed quietly.

Ivy lowered her gaze and kept running without responding.

That reaction only encouraged them further.

Polly suddenly moved closer before intentionally bumping her shoulder hard.

Caught off guard, Ivy stumbled slightly.

"Oops," Polly said with fake innocence. "Didn’t see you there."

Olivia burst into laughter.

Ivy clenched her fists but continued forward silently.

However, the moment they reached the corner of the field, Olivia suddenly stretched her foot out deliberately.

Everything happened too quickly.

Ivy lost her balance instantly.

She crashed hard onto the rough ground.

The sharp scrape against the concrete burned her knees painfully.

Gasps sounded nearby while a few students laughed under their breaths.

"Ouch..." someone muttered sympathetically.

Polly crossed her arms dramatically. "She’s so clumsy."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Seriously embarrassing."

Ignoring them, Ivy slowly pushed herself upright.

Pain stung sharply through both knees, and when she looked down, she saw blood slowly trickling across the scraped skin.

For a moment, her vision blurred slightly from the sting.

But more than pain, it was humiliation that made her chest tighten.

Around her, students merely watched.

Some looked uncomfortable.

Others pretended not to notice at all.

Ivy quietly moved aside near the benches and grabbed the edge of her skirt slightly, trying to wipe away the dirt from her knees herself.

That was when a shadow suddenly stopped in front of her.

She looked up in confusion.

A tall boy stood there holding out a bottle of water toward her.

Kevin Herthwart.

Back then, even in high school, he had already been popular enough to draw attention everywhere he went.

Yet unlike the others, his expression carried no mockery.

Only simple concern.

"You should clean the wound before dirt gets into it," he said casually.

Ivy blinked at him in surprise.

For a second, she almost thought he was talking to someone else.

Seeing her frozen expression, Kevin lightly shook the water bottle toward her.

"Here."

Slowly, Ivy accepted it.

"Th... thank you," she whispered softly.

Kevin glanced briefly at her injured knees before speaking again.

"Be more careful next time."

His tone wasn’t pitying.

Nor was it mocking.

It sounded natural.

Normal.

And somehow, that simple kindness caught Ivy completely off guard.

Before she could say anything else, Kevin casually adjusted the towel hanging around his neck and started walking away.

Meanwhile, several students nearby stared at the scene in shock.

"Kevin talked to her?"

"Did you see that?"

Polly’s expression darkened instantly while Olivia looked equally displeased.

But Ivy barely noticed them anymore.

She simply sat there quietly, holding the water bottle tightly while staring at Kevin’s retreating figure with slightly widened eyes.

....

[Present]

Kevin’s eyes remained fixed on Ivy the entire time.

The more he observed her, the stranger the feeling in his chest became.

Something about her felt distant now.

Different.

Maybe it was because they had grown up.

Or maybe because the girl who used to look at him with sparkling admiration no longer existed.

"You seem to have changed a lot," Kevin finally said.

The office had become unusually quiet now that Lola, James, and Sal had excused themselves, leaving only the two of them seated across from each other on the couch.

Ivy looked at him calmly.

Despite the strange emotions swirling faintly inside her chest, she kept her expression composed.

Back then, Ivy had indeed liked Kevin.

Maybe even more than liked him.

But after everything that happened afterward—especially the scandal at school and the way Florine made her life miserable—those feelings had eventually faded beneath years of exhaustion and hurt.

Now, looking at him again felt more nostalgic than emotional.

"Everyone changes," Ivy replied softly. "We’re adults now."

Kevin smiled faintly.

"I’m not talking about that."

Ivy raised a brow slightly.

"That day when we accidentally met," he continued, "you acted like you didn’t recognize me at all."

Kevin would’ve normally forgotten about something like that quickly.

Especially because James had spent the rest of the day ranting nonstop about sponsors, contracts, and frustrated marketing teams.

Still, Kevin had always been serious when it came to endorsing products.

His fans trusted him, and he treated that trust seriously.

The moment he learned the product they wanted him to promote could potentially harm consumers, he immediately rejected the campaign without hesitation.

But strangely, among all the chaos from that day, Ivy’s reaction had stayed in his mind.

Or more specifically—

Her lack of reaction.

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