The Internet’s Favorite Couple Was My Marriage’s Worst Nightmar novel Chapter 65

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Jason was used to being the school bully.

When he hit someone, he showed no mercy. Elias had no chance to fight back.

The commotion grew too large, and only when the disciplinary teacher arrived with staff did the chaos end.

My best friend, who rushed over, sighed in relief for me: “Lily, thank goodness you don’t like him.”

I said carelessly, “I was just playing around.”

“What about Jason?” My friend winked. “You helped him.”

I was stunned. “Oh? Does helping mean I like him?”

A moment later, several classmates nearby looked strange. By the next day, the whole school was gossiping that I was a player.

With each step I took, I could hear three different rumors.

“So Lily Taylor is the most heartless one,/deliberately stringing people along.”

“Poor Elias Stone, his heart was stolen, he was so serious about her.”

“These high–society girls are meant for arranged marriages anyway. How could they handle hardship?”

I faced it all with indifference.

I seemed to have turned back into the aloof ice queen. I grabbed my backpack and left.

At the dock where Elias often worked, I intercepted him on the road. In this life, without the hundred thousand from the bet, Elias still had to work odd jobs for money.

The boy still had injuries on his brow bone, his gaze cold. Seeing me blocking his path.

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He sneered, “Miss Taylor, please step aside.”

I bit my lip, showing a cautious, placating expression: “I don’t want to hit you, but if I defend you, they’ll bully you even more, so I can only be nice to you in secret.”

Elias’s face still bore the red marks from being slapped.

It made him look somewhat pathetic. “Should I believe you?”

I frowned slightly, putting on a performance as I threw myself into his arms: “I’m sorry.”

The wind blew past the boy’s clothes.

He was only eighteen, not yet ruthless enough.

He seemed resigned, sighed, his expression softening: “I forgive you, but next time, you need to listen.”

Elias’s worst injury was on his abdomen, a long cut. He couldn’t afford to go to the hospital for treatment.

Before, I would have worried about him, taken the initiative to pay, and dragged him to the hospital.

But he never appreciated it.

Years later, he only blamed me for forcing him to do things he didn’t like.

This time, faced with the gruesome wound, I remained unmoved. Elias frowned, “Are you going to drag me to the hospital again?”

Go to the hospital?

Dream on!

I’m not an ATM.

“You don’t like hospitals, so let me.treat it simply.”

I deliberately poured alcohol directly onto his wound, making him suck in a sharp breath of

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pain.

Elias knocked away my alcohol, his face pale: “What are you doing?”