Peyton’s gloating eyes were so piercing that Kate wanted to go up and ask if she deliberately got her drunk. Unfortunately, all of this became unnecessary when she saw Graeme’s cold face.


    Watching the two figures walk further away, Kate couldn’t help but cry. A crystal clear tear fell from her thickshes onto her small face.


    Finally, it disappeared into her cor and dampened a small patch of fabric with uneven colors. Other passing students looked at her curiously and heard someone whispering behind her back.


    But this time they weren’t as reckless as before because Kate had caused trouble in Timothy’s ss before. Her fierce appearance when kicking Timothy scared many people.


    Timothy hesitantly walked over from the other side of the hallway, and from a distance, he saw Kate sitting in a chair, crying inconsbly. She was in stark contrast to the couple who had left, looking like a picture-perfect pair.


    He couldn’t help but nce at the box of Italian artisanal choctes that he had bought with the money he had saved. She probably wouldn’t care about that now.


    Listening to her crying and seeing her swollen eyes, Timothy was filled with guilt. He remembered that night he almost ruined Kate and felt sorry for it.


    As Kate sobbed, she didn’t notice the approaching figure, and when she did, she impatiently yelled at him, “Get lost!”


    Timothy felt his leg still aching from her kick. Bearing the pain, he stuttered, “Kate, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that night. These choctes are for you. I hope you’ll stop crying.”


    Hearing his apology, Kate finally felt some relief, and her eyes lit up as theynded on the choctes. “These are Truffle Choctes from the top Italian brand Venchi!”


    Timothy shyly nodded, surprised that Kate could identify the choctes from their packaging. However, being from a wealthy family, she must have tasted a lot of good things, so these choctes might be nothing special to her.


    He was about to withdraw his hand when Kate suddenly took the box. “Wait… You said you wanted to treat me to choctes, right? Even though these were given to me because Peyton didn’t want them, I’m in a bad mood now. So, I want to eat something sweet to make myself feel better, and you can save some face by sharing these with me.”


    Timothy was not part of their ss, and his knowledge of Kate mostly came from Peyton’s descriptions. ording to Peyton, Kate was someone who used connections to enter college and had looks but no talent. For him, she was just another privileged person who had bypassed the rules.


    Timothy, someone who had worked hard ande from a humble background, particrly disliked people who bypassed the rules. Why should they be allowed to reap the rewards without putting in the effort?


    Kate, with tears still in her eyes, reached for the choctes. She carefully unwrapped the candy coating and ced one in her mouth. The sweet vor made her feel better, and her crying subsided. She used her sleeve to wipe away the remaining tears and spoke with a teary voice.


    “So sweet. It’s smooth and has a hint of a forest aroma. It’s delicious!”


    Timothy was relieved that his gift had lightened her mood. He decided to apologize again, “Kate, I’m really sorry for what happened. I never intended for any of this to happen.”


    Kate, however, responded with a haughty tone, “I ate your choctes, but it doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you.”


    Timothy nodded and replied, “I understand. I’ve caused you a lot of pain.”


    As he turned to leave, Kate stopped him, saying, “Wait.”


    She finished thest piece of chocte and approached him. Her eyes were half-closed, and she had a mischievous look.


    “Do you want me to forgive you?” she asked, her tone yful. “Tell me, does this have anything to do with Peyton?”Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    The mention of that name made Timothy’s face tense. He quickly looked away, trying to hide his nervousness. Kate, however, continued to stare at him, scrutinizing his every move. She noticed his hesitation and immediately grew suspicious.


    Timothy’s hands trembled as he clenched his fists, and his palms became damp with sweat. He dared not meet Kate’s gaze and spoke hurriedly, his voice shaking with anxiety.


    “No, it has nothing to do with Peyton. I made that mistake because I drank too much. It’s entirely my fault.”


    Despite the fact that Peyton was growing closer to her cousin, he still defended Peyton involved in the incident.


    “Is that so?” Kate asked, a sly smile on her face. “These choctes aren’t cheap, are they?”


    “What are you trying to say?” Timothy replied.


    Those choctes were expensive, and he had spent a significant portion of his monthly allowance on them. They cost a four-digit figure, which was a significant amount for Timothy .


    Kate recalled something Cheyenne had told her a while back. “The highest level of revenge is a psychological attack.”