Chapter 2

Last night, was it him?

Nolan is a carefree and frivolous guy. We first met at Ashton's rented apartment.

At that time, Nolan wasn't famous yet and was staying there. He liked to walk around in front of me with just a towel wrapped around his waist after showering, boldly showing off his well-toned chest muscles.

Once when I had a fight with Ashton, all our classmates came to mediate.

Only he sent me a text message.

"If you break up, consider me?"

I was both amused and annoyed by this utterly boring prank, and casually replied.

"I'd consider anyone but you."

He quickly sent back a string of laughing emojis.

"Sorry, sis, sent that to the wrong person. I'm chasing after a starlet,"

"Are you really mad? You didn't take it seriously, did you?"

I didn't take it seriously. Later, I even complained about it to Ashton, who told me not to mind it: "Nolan just loves teasing girls. He doesn't mean any harm, just ignore him."

My gaze was locked on Nolan.

How should I drag him out?

Last night couldn't have been an accident. Perhaps it was long-planned, perhaps there's more to come.

I absolutely cannot let Ashton and Melody get any leverage.

After breakfast, we need to pack up the camp and head to the next scenic spot. Ashton feigned annoyance as he complained to me, "I told you not to bring your bestie. She doesn't even know how to remove a splinter. If it weren't for you..."

This time, I didn't even frown.

Once they were out of sight, I immediately grabbed the disinfectant and went to Nolan's side.

"Be good, give me your hand."

"The injured area can't get wet."

As I took Nolan's hand, he turned his head away, the tips of his ears suspiciously red.

But he didn't refuse me.

Feigning composure, I rolled up his sleeve layer by layer.

Nolan asked me, "What are you planning to do? The wedding invitations have been sent out, the venue's booked, and the guests have been invited. You've been preparing for the wedding for so long."

"So what do you think I should do?"

I looked up, meeting Nolan's eyes. He chuckled softly, a hint of indescribable pleasure in his gaze.

"I think it'd be a waste not to go through with it."

He favored woody cologne. As he leaned in, his warm breath fell precisely on my ear.

"You could always swap out the groom."

"For example..."

My heart skipped a beat as his answer hung unspoken.

A sudden shout shattered the tranquility.

"What are you two doing!"