Chapter 474: Maya's Eyes Curved into Crescents

Maya's eyes curved into crescents, her dimples playing peek-a-boo on plump cheeks.

Though full-figured, her delicate features resembled a porcelain doll.

"That's more like it. Why didn't you say so earlier..."

She yanked Noah's arm, dragging him toward the campus gates.

Noah stiffened, attempting to withdraw.

Maya clung tighter. "Don't be shy! We're besties!"

She bounced ahead like an overenthusiastic puppy.

Noah: "..." Since when did this girl bench-press trucks?

Just outside, Grant emerged from a flashy red sports car, cake box in hand.

Maya tilted her head. "Why does he always park right at the entrance? Doesn't he know it causes traffic?"

Noah pondered. "...Probably thinks it's cool."

"Cool? Because stepping out of a sports car to gawking crowds impresses people?"

"...Something like that."

Maya gasped. "You actually think that's attractive?"

Noah shook his head. "My grandfather says only a Lincoln screams 'class.'"

Maya: "My dad and uncles swear by Toyotas for practicality."

So—

"Why insist on a sports car?"

They exchanged baffled glances.

But...

Maya eyed the cake box, swallowing hard. "That looks delicious."

Noah facepalmed at her starry-eyed expression.

Having stalked the campus entrance repeatedly, Grant noticed Clara always accompanied these two.

He blocked their path. "Where's Clara?"

Maya shrugged. "She's absent today."

"Where is she?"

"Personal leave."

"Why?"

"No idea."

As Grant pressed further, Maya tugged Noah away. "We're late—bye!"

Left standing in his tailored suit clutching a cartoon-printed cake box, Grant became sidewalk entertainment.

This had to be Clara's revenge.

With a sneer, he turned toward the trash bin.

"Hey—"

Grant glanced back.

Sloane beamed at him. "Tossing things again?"

"None of your business."

"Flowers last time, cake today—what's next?"

He frowned. "We're strangers."

Sloane blinked. "I took those flowers, arranged them in vases, even shared with dorm neighbors. Earned me free bubble tea."

Grant's brow arched. "You actually kept them?"

"Obviously. Not charging me now, are you? You discarded them."

Grant: "..."

"Speaking of... mind handing over that cake?"

He scoffed. "To redistribute again?"

"Yep. Waste not—might score more free drinks."

"Can't afford bubble tea?"

Sloane grinned. "Free tastes sweeter."

"Because it's gratis?"

"Mmhmm." She nodded vigorously.

Grant suddenly smirked, extending the box.

Sloane's eyes sparkled.

"Changed your mind?"

"Gimme!" She seized it, grinning ear-to-ear.