Reapplying for College Coldly Watching My Childhood Sweetheart Accompany the Campus Belle to Junior College

He raised an eyebrow.

I frowned, "I didn't!"

"Oh……"

He didn't care: "Forget it, it seems that even if I don't have you in this life, I still can't escape the fate of being separated from her."

After saying that, he brushed past my shoulder and left.

I turned around in surprise.

I did like to tell my uncles and aunts to stop Alexander Rossi's unreasonable behavior.

Every time he would make a fuss with me for a long time.

This time it was unexpectedly calm.

It seems that people become more stable after living a second life.

"By the way," he turned his head, "the day after tomorrow is your birthday, I prepared a gift for you."

"Thank you, I don't want it."

He chuckled:

"You'll like it."

At that time, I had no idea what he meant.

It wasn't until my birthday that a group of people suddenly pulled me into the most expensive restaurant in the city, and a cake more than ten meters high in the center unexpectedly caught my sight.

The cake in front of me is something I have only seen in movies and TV shows.

The cake, which was big enough for a person to fall into, was priced at six million.

I just said this in admiration when I was watching TV with Alexander Rossi, and he actually remembered it?

I looked at Alexander Rossi, who was wearing a suit and had an affectionate look next to the cake, with some disbelief. I couldn't believe it for a moment.

"Since the birthday boy is here..."

He looked at me and snapped his fingers softly.

The entire venue was instantly filled with rose rain.

On the large screen in the center it was written:

【Happy 18th birthday to Isabella Rossi! 】

I froze instantly.

Behind him, Isabella Rossi, wearing a gorgeous princess dress, was personally invited out by him, holding his hand.

Everyone was applauding, and all their eyes were directed at me, either teasing or mocking.

I turned and left.

But I was stopped by the people who had pulled me in lined up.

"Emily, you can't leave."

"What am I staying here for?"

I stared coldly at Alexander Rossi.

"Kneel down and apologize to Isabella."

I thought I had misheard: "What did you say?"

Isabella Rossi's eyes turned red:

"Emily, I know you don't like me.

"But Alexander likes me out of his own heart, not because I deliberately compete with you.

"How can you tell on me in front of my uncle and aunt?"

I was stunned: "Complain?"

Alexander Rossi narrowed his eyes and threw a video in front of me.

In the picture, Isabella Rossi was dragged out of the car by her hair by Mr. Rossi, and Mrs. Rossi slapped her in anger:

"Bitch! You actually tricked my son into changing his major! I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

Mr. Rossi, who is always gentle, couldn't help but grab her neck:

"Bitch! Fortunately we found out! Otherwise my son would have really given up Harvard University to hang out with a bastard like you!"

"Dad! Mom! If you have any problems, come to me!"

Alexander Rossi tried to stop it like crazy, but was held down by the bodyguards. He could only watch Isabella Rossi being beaten with red eyes.

Then, this is what I heard yesterday.

He was taken back by his parents and beaten severely.

"That wasn't me snitching!"

I gritted my teeth and said, "If you guys hadn't posted your social media feed so high-profile, how would uncles and aunts know about it!"

"That's enough."

Alexander Rossi said condescendingly: "I don't have time to listen to your quibbles. Today is Isabella's day. Kneel down and fulfill her birthday wish."

"Don't even think about it!"

I turned and left.

"Take it."

Alexander Rossi shouted an order and I was suddenly kicked on the knee and fell to the ground.

I was dragged in front of Isabella Rossi and forced to bow my head: