
Taking My Bad Boyfriend to Court
Chapter 4
The first memory abruptly ended.
[What happened? Why is there no memory afterward?]
[I was there! I know what happened next! Emily immediately agreed to be with Nathan!]
[But the woman didn’t seem too willing! And the guy confessed out of nowhere and then suddenly left.]
[Don’t judge too harshly! Even if she was hesitant, she still agreed! Besides, a confession is supposed to be a surprise. I don’t think a sudden confession is scummy behavior!]
Most of the bullet comments were defending Nathan, but the judgment reached a contradictory conclusion.
After extracting the truth from all aspects, it was confirmed that the scumbag situation was real! Nathan’s face turned black in an instant.
The audience was buzzing with discussions.
[Is it really scummy to confess suddenly? I just see a guy who cherishes his girl, his eyes full of love!]
[Haha, face reading again! I was just thinking, a relationship is private. Confessing in public, isn’t that emotional blackmail?]
[First you say not confessing is disrespectful, now you say confessing grandly is also disrespectful? What do women want?]
[And don’t forget, there are so many materialistic women nowadays! I miss the old days when I won my wife over with just one sentence!]
At this moment, a memory that wasn’t mine appeared on the screen. It was Nathan avoiding me and talking to the class about going out for milk tea.
“Guys, I plan to confess to Emily at the party tomorrow. Bros, give me some support!”
“Once it’s done, I’ll buy game consoles for the boys and luxury cosmetics for the girls!”
He then approached Ava, whispering to her. Ava patted his chest and promised, “Don’t worry, she’s introverted. A public confession in the lobby will definitely work! If she refuses the flowers, I’ll handle it. After all, you’ve passed our ‘assessment.’ We’ll make sure she’s happy with you.”
Nathan smiled and said, “Thanks a lot! I thank you on behalf of Emily!”
The screen then showed Nathan giving luxury cosmetics and Hermes bags to my three roommates, who kept feeding him information about my schedule and preferences. Their attire kept changing, showing they had planned this for a long time.
The next scene showed Nathan taking my phone and publicly announcing our relationship. I ignored the person next to me who was breathing heavily. The final scene froze on the day I returned to the dormitory, barely holding myself together with medication.
In fact, I had been suffering from selective mutism for a long time. Under severe stress, I completely relied on those around me.