At that moment, not only was Joy Quinn completely bewildered, but even Willow Young and Victor Hawthorne’s followers were a bit stunned.
"That’s strange. What’s up with Prince Hawthorne? He couldn’t have not seen you, right?"
Willow looked at Victor Hawthorne’s gradually receding silhouette, then turned back to observe Joy Quinn’s astonished face.
Joy Quinn was just as puzzled, wondering if Victor Hawthorne hadn’t seen her.
Otherwise, even if he didn’t bring gifts to Joy Quinn, whenever Victor Hawthorne ran into Joy on the road, he’d always find some reason to chat with her for a while.
The followers also knew that Victor Hawthorne was always like that when he met Joy Quinn, so seeing Victor not greet her for the first time, and instead walk past her, they naturally assumed Victor hadn’t seen Joy.
So, they all started reminding him.
"Boss Hawthorne, Joy Quinn is right here!"
"Yeah, hurry up and give her the chicken soup!"
They were still waiting to stir things up!
But in response to their reminders, Victor Hawthorne, already at the classroom door, merely turned his head.
"I know she’s there, but the chicken soup isn’t for her."
Victor’s voice wasn’t quiet, so everyone, whether his followers, Willow Young, or Joy Quinn herself, as well as everyone in their classroom, heard it clearly.
Upon hearing this, the onlookers, after a moment of shock, started discussing fervently:
"The chicken soup isn’t for Joy Quinn?"
"Huh? Is Victor not pursuing Joy anymore?"
"Prince Hawthorne is pursuing someone else? Who is it?"
Joy Quinn’s astonished expression gradually crumbled.
Yet, she remained hopeful.
This penniless guy had been pursuing her for so long. If he could easily change his heart, he wouldn’t have confessed to her eight times already.
He must’ve just been humiliated by her rejection last time and was intentionally trying to dangle her along.
Just wait, once he’s inside the classroom, he’ll definitely come back to find her.
So, Joy Quinn pretended to stay calm and walked away.
But her gaze continued to follow Victor Hawthorne.
She saw Victor enter the classroom, but he didn’t come back out.
Instead, he asked the plump girl, Shelly Cole, "Is July Quinn here yet? She hasn’t arrived at school?"
"July took a leave today. Prince Hawthorne, what do you need her for?"
"I brought her chicken soup!"
Joy Quinn felt as if a thunderclap had sounded in her world, shattering it into pieces.
So it was for July Quinn!
Victor Hawthorne personally made the chicken soup, and it was meant for July Quinn!
No, what on earth is going on here?
Not only was Joy Quinn momentarily stunned, but those gossipy onlookers were also shocked by this fact.
"Prince Hawthorne brought chicken soup for July Quinn? Oh my God, is he starting to pursue July Quinn now?"
"Then what about Joy Quinn? Does Prince Hawthorne not like her anymore?"
"Isn’t this normal? Joy Quinn is nothing special and always acts so high and mighty, thinking she’s better than everyone. Any guy would get tired."
"Am I the only one who thinks July Quinn is prettier and suits Prince Hawthorne better?"
Perhaps many people were already envious of Joy Quinn being pursued by Victor Hawthorne, so when Victor changed his interest, most people were cheering.
Comments like these were exactly what Joy Quinn, proud of her face, found soul-crushing.
Suddenly, she felt her entire face burning.
Yet her bumbling friend Willow Young stupidly asked, "Joy, are you alright?"
Joy Quinn glared at her fiercely.
Being insulted —how could she possibly be alright?
Besides, if it weren’t for this fool telling her Victor Hawthorne was bringing her chicken soup, she wouldn’t have walked into this trap to get humiliated!
But with so many people around, Joy Quinn didn’t dare blame Willow; otherwise, she’d confirm the rumors about leading Victor on. Google seaʀᴄh NoveI-Fire.ɴet
But infuriated beyond measure, Joy Quinn could only stride away quickly.
Willow Young, feeling a bit guilty towards Joy Quinn, could only hurry after her.