Two minutes Later, touching the corner of his mouth, he moved ir’s name to the top of the list, which


    meant, to Wesley, ir had just be the most troublesome person on the.


    The next morning, ir got up very early to create a chance to meet


    Wesley. She had found out his entire schedule—-when he would return from his morning exercise and


    what time he would enter the elevator.


    However, none of that happened. The man didn’t show up as she had expected. Actually, to avoid her,


    last night, he had decided to take the stairs from that day on instead of riding the elevator.


    For the next three days, ir didn’t meet Wesley even once in the building. Just when she started to


    think that he probably hadn’t been hometely, she heard the sound of his door closing as he left the


    apartment in a hurry.


    She wondered when he hade home and why she hadn’t met him earlier.


    ir had art lesson that afternoon. She didn’t want to go, but Joslyn liked art and wanted herpany,


    so ir agreed to attend the Lesson.


    In the drawing studio, ir doodled on the drawing board with her ck crayon. Half the lesson had


    passed and she still hadn’t drawn anything worthy.


    The young female guidance counselor walked over to her and frowned.


    “ir, what are you doing? What is that?” she reprimanded.


    The white drawing paper on ir’s board was filled with useless doodling. She quickly tore it and


    tossed it into the waste basket.


    “It’s nothing. I’ll start over now.”


    Ang’s Library


    The guidance counselor walked away, grumbling under her breath.


    Watching her figure receding, ir made a face behind her back.


    The counselor wasn’t theirs to begin with, and the drawing studio wasn’t where her duty was. She was


    only in the studio because their art instructor had been upied elsewheretely. Since this female


    guidance counselor knew a bit about art, she had been substituting for the art instructor for the past few


    days.


    However, for some reason, the guidance counselor seemed to have a problem with ir since the very


    beginning, which was part of the reason why ir didn’t want to attend this ss.


    Joslyn snorted and mumbled, “I think she is jealous of you. You’re prettier than her and you have a lot


    of admirers.”


    ir gave her a sideways nce and drew a big cross in the air with her ck crayon.


    “No way! She and I are neither the same age nor in the same grade.”


    “That is so irrelevant. She is much nicer to the others.” Joslyn rolled her eyes at the guidance counselor


    ir said, “She is mean to you as well.”


    Joslyn replied, “She’s only mean to you and me, ir.”


    “Joslyn! ir! What are you two whispering about?” the guidance counselor yelled as she pushed her


    sses up her nose bridge. The entire studio heard her.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


    Joslyn swung the crayon in her hand and replied, “We’re drawing.”


    The guidance counselor wasn’t going to let them off yet.