Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 411
The girl was wearing an enthralling white dress, looking like a white lotus as it fluttered in the gentle breeze.
Judging from the ostentatious appearance, Arielle reckoned it was Wendy.
She decided to ignore her and marched toward her dorm.
Unfortunately, Wendy scuttered forward and reached out her hand to stop Arielle.
The latter stared icily at the former and questioned, “What do you want to say this time?”
Her apathy irked Wendy. The latter gnashed her teeth as she took out her phone, which was recording their conversation. She looked at Arielle in disdain and sneered, “Arielle, sometimes I’m truly impressed by your shamelessness. You’re acting virtuously now? What for? Seducing Vinson and Harvey was not enough for you, so you’re laying your eyes on the president of the student council now? How do you retain this much energy to flirt around? Are you collecting standby lovers? What’s your next goal? Turning all men in the world into your backup boyfriends?”
As she finished her sarcasm, Wendy glanced at Arielle, anticipating the latter to rebuke her in vexation. To her surprise, Arielle’s expression remained as indifferent as before.
Bewildered, Wendy’s mouth dropped open slightly.
What’s happening? Why isn’t she having any reaction?
Unaffected, Arielle inquired with a cold voice, “Are you done? I’m heading in if you’re done.”
With no intention to squander time on Wendy, Arielle instantly walked past the former and strode inside the building
Wendy’s frustrated shouts blared behind her. “Arielle! You wait and see! I’ll definitely expose your ugly side one day!”
Unmoved, Arielle rubbed her ears without slowing her pace and continued marching back to her room, leaving the enraged Wendy staring intensely as she impatiently stopped her recording.
Even such unpleasant words can’t provoke her? What should I do to expose her now?
Arielle walked back to her room, which was number 201.
Right before she opened the door, she could hear sobbing coming vaguely from within, as though someone was deliberately concealing their despair.
For a moment, she thought she got the wrong room.
Hence, she took a step back and confirmed the room number again. 201. It was indeed her room. Only then did she open the door and enter.
She walked in carefully, only to see a chubby girl crouching down at her bedside, burrowing her head into both her arms while whimpering.
Worried, Arielle gently asked, “Are you okay?”
Hearing her voice, the girl immediately stopped sobbing. Embarrassed, she hastily wiped her tears and shook her head as she replied, “I’m fine. Um, do you need to use the bathroom? If not, I’ll be taking a
shower.”
Arielle put on a tender smile and said, “Go ahead. I need to arrange my stuff.”
“All right. I’ll take a shower then.” The girl grabbed a pair of pajamas and hurried to the bathroom.
Arielle watched her nervously scurry away. Upon seeing the bathroom door close, she retracted her gaze.
She recognized the girl as the one who drew the unlucky lot to perform on stage.
Arielle sauntered toward her loft bed, where a study desk sat directly under it.
She turned and looked around, finally realizing that the room was neat as a pin. When she came back earlier to change her clothes, it was chaotic, with rubbish scattered everywhere.
Undoubtedly, her roommate must have tidied it up.
She unzipped her luggage and unloaded her belongings, then stood silently at the entrance of the bathroom, awaiting the girl.
As the latter cleaned the room, she intended to repay her kindness.
A few minutes later, the door opened.
