The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 68

Then, unable to contain herself, Sasha pressed again. "Lydia, are you really not going to reconsider giving Sterling a chance? I swear, the second you say yes, he'll drop Elena in a heartbeat..."

"Let's go. I need to take you to the nurse's office."

Before she could finish, Lydia cut her off, turning around and walking ahead.

Left with no other option, Sasha finally shut her mouth.

Up ahead, Lydia walked with her back turned, her long, butterfly-like eyelashes lowered.

Lydia—

Remembering how coldly he had used her first name, and picturing the vivid red hickey on his neck, a chaotic storm of emotions swirled in her eyes.

After being denied love for so long, his patience had finally run out.

And right now, Elena's presence... was a very real, very dangerous threat.

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Far away from the bathroom, the two walked down a secluded path lined with cherry blossoms.

The pale pink petals drifted down like snow, softly carpeting the ground.

"Alright, Prince Charming, we're far enough. You can put me down now."

Elena gave a token struggle, signaling the young heir to drop her.

However, Sterling completely ignored her. Paying zero attention to the lingering stares of passersby, he carried her all the way to the parking lot.

Giving up, Elena rested her head against his chest, boredly twirling her flower branch. "Sterling, why the sudden change in attitude toward Lydia?"

She voiced whatever popped into her head. "What exactly did you guys talk about in The Whispering Grove? Did you confess again, get rejected again, and decide to use me to make her violently jealous?"

"But seriously, Sterling, this was a pretty brutal tactic. Be careful it doesn't backfire, or you're going to regret it and end up groveling to win her back!"

"Also, Sasha is her best friend, and she clearly cares about her a lot. You really should have just played along and let me apologize."

As she chatted, they finally reached the car.

A driver was already waiting nearby. As soon as they approached, he respectfully pulled open the rear door.

"Oh, thank God. You scared me to death. I thought you were about to fire me!"

She patted her chest, finally catching his drift, her smile widening. "So, even though Lydia begged you, you still refused because deep down you knew... I did nothing wrong and didn't owe Sasha an apology. Right?"

Sterling gave a curt "Hm," glancing at her swollen right cheek. "I hired you to act, not to be a punching bag."

Elena smiled softly, suddenly appreciating the young heir's clear-cut sense of justice. Even though he was a hopeless romantic, he wasn't completely brainless.

He only offered special treatment if the person was actually worth it.

"But I already took the hit, and I still apologized. Aren't you going to compensate me?"

Elena pulled out a compact mirror, examining her bruised cheek as her eyes sparkled mischievously.

"For instance, if I accidentally step on the toes of some terrifying VIP in the future, you have to promise to protect me."

For a fleeting moment, Sterling looked genuinely confused.

This girl seemed bizarrely fixated on this idea. It was almost as if... she had already offended some massive, untouchable powerhouse in the past.