You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 939

Keyla was surrounded in a narrow corner not far from the buffet by Bertha and some other girls.

"What do you want to do?" Keyla was frightened by them, and asked with a trembling voice when lowering her head.

Crossing her arms, Bertha stared at her fiercely and questioned, "Did Sampson lend you the umbrella last night? Tell me the truth. I will teach you a lesson if you dare to lie to me."

Keyla anxiously stirred her fingers, lowered her head and hesitated. She didn't know whether she should tell the truth or not.

If she didn't tell the truth, she would be in trouble if they knew it.

If she told the truth, she would probably be in trouble because of their jealousy.

She was in a dilemma. Thinking for a while, Keyla decided to tell the truth. Perhaps these girls didn't dare to hurt her for the sake of Sampson.

"Yes... It's truth." Keyla answered.

The other girls were surprised, then became envious and contemptuous. Ann sneered incredulously, "Keyla, are you kidding me? Why did Sampson give you an umbrella?"

To be honest, Keyla didn't know why.

She raised her head slightly and said gingerly, "Sampson's umbrella is still in my drawer."

Bertha was the calmest one among them, and she was the leader. She looked at Keyla for a while and ordered, "Take off your glasses."

Everyone was confused, and so was Keyla. She looked up at Bertha in a daze, and saw the impatience in her eyes. Keyla quickly took off her glasses.

In fact, Keyla's eyes were beautiful, but the black glasses covered them. The thick bangs were drooping over the eyelids, and now she was timidly rolling her eyes, looking very innocent.

Ann and the others laughed loudly.

"Stand still. Lift up your bangs." Bertha ordered again.

Keyla was stunned. She had never lifted her bangs, and for the first time she wanted to resist.

For her, bangs had always given her a sense of security. If she lifted them up, her whole face would be exposed to the air, and she would be exposed to the public.

Someone would gossip about her.

She shook her head and took half a step back to refuse.

Bertha didn't bother to talk to Keyla anymore. She asked Ann and several girls to suppress Keyla, took a hair tip from her own hair and quickly stuck Keyla's thick bangs on her head.

Her smooth forehead was exposed, and the girls finally saw Keyla's face.

Keyla could be described as good-looking. She was a pretty girl with a round face.

Her skin was fair and tender, but her appearance was usually covered by bangs and glasses.

Seeing her face clearly, Bertha paused and suddenly said, "Why do I feel that you look a little familiar? Which middle school are you from?"

Keyla panicked. She took off the clip from her head and quickly put on her glasses. She avoided eye contact with Bertha and said, "We didn't know each other before. Is there anything else? If not, I'll go."

As she spoke, she bent down and was about to leave, but was stopped by Ann and several girls.

"Wait!" Bertha stopped her.

Keyla swallowed nervously.

"Sampson is nice to you." Bertha said in a calm tone. She walked to Keyla, and put a hand on her shoulder. The strength was just enough to suppress her.

"I think you have a good relationship with Sound. Do you know there is a grudge between Sampson and her?" Bertha continued, "She is at odds with Sampson. Sampson lent you an umbrella and got wet in the rain. Why do you make friends with his enemy?"

"Keyla, don't you think you are wrong?"

Keyla was confused. She didn't know why it had something to do with Sound.

Looking at her puzzled expression, Bertha only felt annoyed. How could this girl be so stupid? She threatened Keyla, "There is some time before the class ends. Bring Sound to the lab building."

"What... What do you want to do?" Keyla had a bad feeling.

Bertha shouted impatiently, "Just do what I order. Don't ask about the reason."

Keyla trembled with fear. Bertha continued to threaten her, "Don't let her know it was me who asked you to do so. Otherwise, you won't have a good life in the No. 3 High School."