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Gray Gar: “Really? That’s great, a bitch like her only deserves to be with such a lowly man.”

Jake Will: “Bob Presley, don’t you dare badmouth my goddess. This definitely can’t be true. There are so many people with similar backgrounds, it doesn’t prove anything. ”

Jenny Black: “I don’t know what you guys see in Suri Drew. Back in school, she was kept by a tycoon, even got pregnant and had an abortion for him. You guys still treat her like a treasure. Are you all blind?”

The chat group was flooded with all sorts of comments. In just a few minutes, there were already 99+ unread messages.

It seemed like whenever Suri Drew was mentioned, everyone had endless topics to talk about.

Seeing classmates either cursing Suri or continuing to praise her, it matched his expected outcome perfectly.

He put down his phone with a good mood and started humming a tune.

There’s nothing like the fear of gossip, especially for a beauty like Suri Drew who cares so much about her reputation. He believed that soon enough, the news of her being with a delivery guy would spread like wildfire.

By then, under pressure, Suri would truly reconsider her future with Yigol

Novak.

Any smart woman would choose to end this kind of relationship.

When the time comes, he’ll step in and say a few good words, and under the pressure of rumors, there’s no doubt that Suri would cling to him as her lifeline.

Bob Presley’s obsession with Suri Drew had reached a terrifying level.

Even though he knew Suri was already married to Yigol Novak, he still wasn’t willing to give her up.

The woman he’d loved for so many years had to be his.

After Yigol Novak and Suri Drew returned home, Yigol attentively said to Suri,

“My dear, go get some rest. I guess you didn’t sleep well last night.”

This little woman was so nervous all night long; it would be strange if she slept well.

But to Suri, there was something odd about what he said. She hesitated, then stubbornly replied, “I slept just fine! I’m wide awake now; I don’t need any more sleep.”

Yigol suddenly leaned in and whispered, “So, you really enjoy sleeping with your husband, huh?”

“Fine, I get it. We can both sleep together from now on. It’s just that my bed is too small, so it’s better in your room, which is so cozy and smells nice.” Yigol started to make serious plans, “From now on, our territory will be your room. If we have guests, they can sleep in my room.”

Suri’s face flushed instantly. Her heartbeat raced unconsciously, and she scolded herself for lacking self-control while also secretly feeling pleased.

Yigol’s thick-skinned flirting had become more and more frequent. He could easily make her blush and lose her breath, even though she’d heard this kind of talk many times before and still had no countermeasures.

“Then, don’t overstep your boundaries,” Suri whispered.

Once the words left her mouth, she regretted them immediately.

What on earth did she just say?

She clearly intended to reject his suggestion, but it somehow turned into a warning not to cross boundaries. Didn’t her words mean she agreed to share a room with him?

“No, I, I meant…” Suri tried to salvage the situation, but Yigol had already cheerily walked away, humming a tune.

If the two of them slept together like this every day, wouldn’t they eventually end up crossing the line?

“Well, um, I have to go to work now.” Suri hurriedly made up an excuse to leave, but before she could take two steps, Yigol caught her around the waist.

Her mind went blank again.

He must have done it on purpose! He had just left, so why did he suddenly come back and hold her like this?

And hadn’t she just tried to regain control of the situation? Why did she lose momentum so easily?

She now realized that people could indeed have their nemeses, and Yigol Novak was hers.

Suri felt both angry and annoyed. She really wanted to regain her composure and save face, but her heart just wouldn’t cooperate.

“Let me hug you for a while,” Yigol insisted, not letting her go.

“You, let go of me,” Suri urged, feeling sweat form on her forehead.

“You don’t need to clock in and out at work, so just let me hold you for a while before you go,” Yigol suggested. “My dear, why don’t we go back to sleep instead? Women who don’t get enough sleep age quickly. You wouldn’t want to turn into an ugly monster.”

“You’re the ugly monster, the ugliest in the world!” Suri replied indignantly, but she couldn’t help feeling her attitude resembled a coquettish kitten.

Suri’s mentality was on the verge of collapse.

Just as she finished speaking, her phone rang.

After a few rings, it continued to buzz relentlessly, as if it wouldn’t stop until the battery ran out.

She took out her phone and saw it was a message from the university class chat group.

“Let go of me. I need to check this,” Suri took the opportunity to break free from Yigol’s embrace.

Nobody usually talked in the university class chat group.

So why was it so lively today?

When she opened it, Suri found that everyone was mentioning her, and most of the topics were about her.

What was going on?

“My dear, what’s happening?” Yigol, who was close by, could also see Suri’s phone.

Together, the couple read the chat records. When they saw what had happened, Suri’s face turned incredibly dark.

“How could your classmates all be so immature? Bob Presley stirred them up, and they all followed suit, as if they have nothing better to do,” Suri complained.

“Those jealous guys must be envious of me,” Yigol commented. Apart from feeling pissed at the girls who were cursing Suri, he didn’t have any other reactions.

But, of course, just because he didn’t react much didn’t mean he didn’t care.

“Bob Presley is truly disgusting. He’s not a man at all, just someone who loves stirring up trouble,” Suri said angrily, barely holding back from throwing her phone.

Yigol took her phone away and didn’t let her read any further, “My dear, have you decided how you want to handle this? These are baseless rumors, and if you casually explain yourself, nobody will believe you or listen.”

“They’re all so jealous of me. I can’t possibly deal with them one by one, like I did with Bob Presley. It’s not practical,” Suri reasoned.

Rumors only grew, and those people had already believed their version of events. Trying to explain herself now was fruitless since no one would buy it.

“Come on.” Suri pulled Yigol toward her room.

The sudden move left Yigol confused, “My dear, what are you doing?

“Let them talk if they want to. What does it have to do with my life? I don’t care,” Suri claimed, though her face was obviously angered..