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Alexa was taken aback when he saw the sprawling dormitory at the university. It was so much bigger than he’d imagined. He decided to crash at McMillan’s place since they still needed to finish their assignment. McMillan greeted him warmly and showed him to his shared room.

When Alexa walked in, he was stunned. The room was decked out with stylish decorations that would put his own room to shame. He was greeted by McMillan’s roommate, Cassie, who was as petite and cheerful as McMillan.

“Oh, this is my roommate, Cassie. Cass, this is my friend Alexa. He’ll be crashing with us tonight,” McMillan introduced with a grin.

Cassie greeted him with the same enthusiasm. Alexa couldn’t help but laugh—Cassie and McMillan were like cartoon characters come to life, their antics making him feel at home.

Later that night, after finishing their assignment, the trio decided to have a late-night snack. They dug into cups of ramen and milk, a classic dorm staple. As they ate, nostalgia hit Alexa like a ton of bricks.

“So, you’re a rich kid?” Cassie asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

Alexa nodded nonchalantly. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“No wonder you could afford an InfinityBook. That’s like, one of the top electronics brands in the country!” Cassie said, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

“I could get as many as I want if I wanted to,” Alexa said with a shrug.

McMillan, trying to lighten the mood, asked jokingly, “So your family owns the store? Haha!”

“Nope,” Alexa replied casually, “We own the brand.”

Both Cassie and McMillan nearly choked on their ramen. Alexa burst into laughter, thoroughly enjoying their astonished faces. He wasn’t lying—his sister Roséanne Oliver was the CEO of Infinity Global. He couldn’t wait to see their reactions when they found out just how much richer Julie was.

After classes, Alexa headed to the café Bryan had taken him to before. He was thrilled to be back, eagerly ordering an assortment of dishes to satisfy his cravings. It had been a while since he treated himself to such a feast. While he was busy enjoying his meal, his phone buzzed with a message from his sister.

[Rosé: Dear baby brother, what are you doing? Will you come home today? I have a big surprise for you!]

[You: What’s the surprise?]

[Rosé: Just come home. I miss you lots, my baby bro!]

[You: Stop calling me baby. It’s so embarrassing.]

[Rosé: Oh, you’ll always be my baby bro forever 😘😘]

Alexa chuckled at his sister’s antics. He was grateful to have her here; having a sibling after feeling lonely for so long was a welcome change. Even if she was a bit overbearing, it was nice to feel so cared for.

Suddenly, a group of girls approached his table. Among them were Camila and Felicia, the same ones who had bullied him before. Alexa braced himself for trouble.

“Hi! Didn’t expect you to be so brave now. You’re getting interesting,” Camila said with a smirk as she sat down across from him.

Alexa didn’t respond, instead, he stared at them coolly. Camila continued, “Our friend here told me to apologize to you. Who do you think you are? Stop disturbing us. He’ll never like you, you ugly son of a—”

Alexa cut her off with a sharp look. “Even if you apologize, I won’t accept it. I didn’t come here to snatch your man. Keep him if you want, and tell him I’m not interested.”

Camila was enraged. She raised her hand to slap him, but Alexa was faster. He slapped her first, causing her to clutch her cheek in shock and fury.

“This is my warning,” Alexa said, his eyes gleaming. “You’re disqualified from even touching a strand of my hair.”

Her entourage looked on, stunned. Seeing the crowd around them pulling out their phones to record, they backed off. Camila and her friends glared at Alexa before storming out. Alexa calmly sipped his juice, ignoring the buzz around him.

“Stop taking pictures of him, or I’ll report you to the student council,” a voice commanded. The crowd scattered as Jessica stepped forward, her gaze firm.

“Are you okay?” she asked, concern etched on her face.

Alexa smiled and nodded. “I’m fine,” he said, his irritation melting away as he looked at her.

They chatted for a few minutes before Alexa decided to leave the café. As he walked out, he felt a sense of relief, knowing he had allies like Jessica and a supportive sister at home.

The rain poured relentlessly, blurring the road and making it nearly impossible to see. Alexa's car skidded uncontrollably and crashed into a streetlight. Panic set in as pain shot through his left leg, which he had injured while trying to regain control. As he fumbled with his phone, hoping to call for help, he realized it was out of battery.

Suddenly, a car pulled up beside him. Relief washed over him; someone was here to help. But when he saw who it was, his relief quickly turned to frustration. Vincelo, of all people, stepped out and approached his car. Alexa tried to shut the window, but Vincelo’s hand stopped him.

“Don’t be stubborn. I’m here to help,” Vincelo said calmly. Alexa glared but finally opened the door. Struggling with his painful leg, he attempted to get out, but Vincelo reached for him. Alexa pushed him away, causing Vincelo to fall into a puddle.

Vincelo, now soaked, scrambled to his feet, his patience wearing thin. He scooped Alexa up and placed him gently into his own car. Alexa, infuriated and in pain, slapped Vincelo’s chest repeatedly, but Vincelo’s resolve was unshaken. He locked the car and checked the damage to Alexa’s vehicle, arranging for a tow truck to take it to his garage.

When Vincelo returned to his car, Alexa demanded his phone, but Vincelo simply started the engine. “Where are you taking me?” Alexa snapped, pulling at Vincelo’s arm.

“If you want another accident, be my guest. I’m taking you to the clinic,” Vincelo replied, barely containing his irritation. Alexa continued to protest loudly, but Vincelo remained focused on the road, determined to get him the medical attention he needed.

“You don’t have to bring me there!” Alexa protested, his voice tinged with frustration.

“You need treatment. Your leg is injured!” Vincelo’s voice was firm, though he tried to keep his temper in check.

“I don’t want to! Just send me home!” Alexa shouted, but Vincelo ignored him, determined to get him the help he needed. He drove straight to his garage.

“Where are you taking me now?!” Alexa continued to protest. Vincelo, now visibly irritated, simply carried Alexa over his shoulder once more. Alexa, still in pain and angered, bit Vincelo's back in a futile attempt to resist. Vincelo's face tightened, but he kept moving. Once inside the room, Vincelo unceremoniously dropped Alexa onto the bed.

In retaliation, Alexa grabbed a pillow and whacked Vincelo with it. Vincelo, not amused, grabbed Alexa's arm and pinned him to the bed. Alexa, now realizing he might have pushed his luck too far, fell silent, his anger fading as he registered Vincelo’s clear displeasure.

“Alright, alright, I get it!” Alexa muttered, looking away. Vincelo, with a mix of irritation and concern, tossed a pair of clean clothes at him.

“Change. You’re a mess,” Vincelo ordered, his tone brooking no argument. Alexa, resigned and embarrassed, started changing into the clothes, his earlier defiance replaced with a grudging acceptance of Vincelo’s help.

Alexa slowly got up and took the clothes Vincelo had thrown at him. He struggled to make his way to the bathroom, moving cautiously to avoid aggravating his injured leg. As he examined the clothes, his frustration grew. “These are women’s pajamas. Ugh!” he muttered angrily.

After a warm bath, he emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, only to find Vincelo’s closet was filled with oversized t-shirts and loose pants. “I didn’t realize Vincelo was this big, or maybe I’m just really small,” he grumbled. He rummaged through the closet for something more suitable but only found ill-fitting clothes. Reluctantly, he settled for one of Vincelo’s t-shirts and a pair of his girlfriend’s shorts.

Once dressed, Alexa made his way to the couch and plugged his phone into the wireless charger on the coffee table.

Vincelo eventually knocked softly on the door and entered with a plate of food. “Here’s some dinner. Try not to get too comfortable with your fashion statement,” he said, fighting a smirk.

Alexa scowled but his stomach growled in response. “Thanks. At least you’re not making me wear a full-sized tutu,” he replied, trying to keep the mood light.

Vincelo chuckled as he left the room. “Just eat up. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

As Alexa ate, he reflected on how absurdly comical his situation was, but at least he was warm, fed, and his leg was getting some much-needed rest.

After a while, Vincelo entered with a medical kit. Alexa eyed him warily.

"I’ll take care of your injured leg," Vincelo said gently, setting to work on Alexa’s ankle. As he carefully massaged the sore spot, Alexa winced and let out a moan.

"Am I hurting you?" Vincelo asked, concerned.

Instead of answering, Alexa asked, "Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?"

Vincelo looked up, taken aback by the question. An awkward, somber silence filled the room as their eyes met. "I admit it, I feel guilty. I’m sorry," Vincelo said, unable to maintain eye contact.

As Vincelo focused on treating Alexa’s leg, he noticed tears falling onto his hands. He glanced up to see that Alexa’s eyes were not filled with sadness, but rather a deep, pained resentment. This sight weighed heavily on Vincelo.

Alexa smirked bitterly. "You could have rejected me properly before. Why did you have to do it like that? Do you have any idea how much I suffered? The trauma, the pain I went through?"

The room fell into an oppressive silence. Vincelo, feeling the weight of Alexa’s words, packed up the medical kit and left the room without a word. Alexa, left alone, realized he had let slip the raw emotions of the original owner.

As night fell, Alexa tossed restlessly in bed, unable to find comfort. The bed was saturated with Vincelo's masculine scent, making it difficult for him to settle. It wasn’t until past midnight that he finally managed to drift off to sleep.

The same restlessness plagued Vincelo. He couldn’t shake the weight of Alexa’s words, replaying their conversation over and over in his mind. The guilt and confusion kept him awake, tangled in his own thoughts.

Vincelo woke up early to help his workers fix Alexa’s car. While everyone was engrossed in the repairs, they were suddenly drawn to the upper floor of the garage. Vincelo followed their stares and found Alexa, freshly awake, casually sipping milk while leaning against the railing.

Alexa was wearing Vincelo’s oversized shirt, which dramatically accentuated his slender neck and collarbone. The shirt barely reached mid-thigh, giving a tantalizing view of his long, pretty legs. The workers, momentarily stunned, whispered among themselves about how Alexa looked more stunning than any of the girls Vincelo had brought around before.

Vincelo, fuming with irritation and a hint of jealousy, bellowed, “What are you all gawking at?” His sharp tone snapped everyone back to reality, making them scramble to refocus on their work.

Alexa was sprawled out on the sofa in Vincelo's garage, absorbed in his social media feed. The soft hum of the garage was interrupted by Vincelo’s footsteps as he came upstairs, ready to inform Alexa that his car was prepared. But when Vincelo entered the living room, his eyes were unavoidably drawn to Alexa’s enticingly exposed legs. The sight made him momentarily freeze, a flush of discomfort creeping up his neck.

He quickly averted his gaze, his mind racing to regain composure. With a forced nonchalance, he draped a blanket over Alexa. “Get yourself covered,” he ordered, his voice more abrupt than intended.

Alexa looked up, his annoyance evident. “Is my car ready?”

Vincelo’s response was delayed as he struggled to maintain his casual demeanor. Avoiding Alexa’s piercing gaze, he muttered, “I’ll get your clothes,” and headed for the laundry room to retrieve the freshly cleaned garments. His hurried departure only heightened the tension, leaving an air of unresolved awkwardness hanging in the room.

When Alexa arrived at his family home, he was met with his mother’s overzealous care. She had already called a doctor to administer a treatment, leaving Alexa to sleep soundly until the next morning.

Early that day, Alexa found himself lounging in the family garden, grappling with the events of the previous day. His mind was consumed by confusion and embarrassment over his emotional outburst. The thought of potentially drowning himself in the nearby fish pond seemed like an oddly fitting metaphor for his frustration. He couldn’t shake the feeling of having made a fool of himself, especially in front of someone he despised. He wondered if his soul, with its old and weary essence, had betrayed him in an unusually childish manner.

Suddenly, Roséanne's voice broke his reverie. “It hurts!” she exclaimed as Alexa tried to push her hand away. Her playful laugh followed, making Alexa scowl in irritation.

“Why are you here?” he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

Roséanne looked at him with a serious expression. “You need to come to the office with me. Changing your major doesn’t mean you can escape your responsibilities. You might have switched courses, but you’re still an Oliver. That means you’ve got to work to feed yourself.”

Alexa rolled his eyes, unimpressed. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then you’re adopted!” Roséanne shot back, a teasing glint in her eye.

Realizing he wasn’t going to win this argument, Alexa reluctantly followed her into the house. He headed to his bedroom to change, mentally preparing himself for the day ahead.

Alexa sat in front of his sister, Roséanne, who was engrossed in signing a stack of documents. His mind was still spinning from the bizarre revelation that his name would soon grace a new smartphone.

“So, our company wants to launch a smartphone named after me. Why on earth?” he asked, baffled.

Roséanne put down her pen, finally finished with her paperwork. “Darling, you’re the little prince of the Oliver household, and the future heir of Infinity Global. Why not give you a bit of special treatment? It’s also for your birthday.”

Alexa looked at her, dumbfounded. “Is this what Bill Gates’s kids feel like?” he wondered aloud, still struggling to adjust to his unexpected wealthy status.

“Stop dreaming and pay attention. We need to go sign the contract with our new brand ambassador,” Roséanne said, snapping him out of his daze. She stood up, clearly ready to move on to the next task.

Alexa snickered at her and followed her to the meeting room, trying to shake off his disbelief and prepare for whatever was next in his surreal new life.

Alexa lounged in the meeting room chair, his eyes glazing over the opulent decor as he waited for something exciting to happen. Boredom was setting in until Roséanne’s secretary entered, holding the latest smartphone prototype.

“Behold, the Lexi’s 1Pro!” Roséanne announced, showing off the sleek device.

Alexa’s eyes widened. The phone was stunning, with a futuristic design that made his old gadgets look like relics. He reached for it eagerly and instinctively started taking selfies. When he caught Roséanne’s bemused expression, he froze, cheeks flushing. Realizing how out of character he looked, he sheepishly put the phone down.

“Wow, this thing is gorgeous. So, what’s the big deal with this version?” he asked, trying to regain his composure.

Roséanne beamed. “I designed it myself! It features a high-resolution screen, super-fast charging, incredible durability, and it’s specifically tailored for gaming.”

“Right, so our ambassador is going to be a gamer, huh?” Alexa guessed, dreading the thought of meeting someone from Dark Myth.

“Actually, it’s BattleGod,” Roséanne’s secretary explained. “They’re not as famous as Dark Myth but are renowned SC players. They’re known as the Kings of Sniper City. They keep a low profile and avoid media exposure.”

As the team entered the room, Alexa’s excitement skyrocketed. Despite their masks, he recognized them immediately: Jareth, Danelly’s crush; Ari, his girl best friend; and Qi, the long-haired boy. And there was Jessica, the shorter girl he remembered.

But then, the moment of excitement turned sour when the leader of the group was introduced—Ethan Lee, the ex-boyfriend of McMillan and the guy he’d kicked in the library toilet. Ethan's creepy smile was enough to make Alexa's stomach churn.

Throughout the meeting, Alexa’s enthusiasm evaporated. He barely said a word, his mind preoccupied with the uncomfortable situation. When the meeting finally ended, he breathed a sigh of relief, mentally bracing himself for the awkward encounters to come.

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