Chapter 12

Ethan Carter obediently got out of the car.

She was clever and thoughtful, but didn’t know why he was upset. Somewhat afraid of him, she didn’t dare speak.

The rain was still falling.

Chad Sullivan just sat in the car watching her.

That year, the H City bus stop hadn’t been renovated. Overhead were just a few trees, and raindrops slipped through the gaps in the leaves, falling onto her. She knew he was still nearby, standing there uneasily, but without a trace of anger or complaint.

So well-behaved.

Suddenly, Chad Sullivan got out of the car.

He unzipped his jacket, took it off, walked over in a few strides, and draped it over her.

She lifted her head from inside the black jacket, startled, and raised her cane to hit him: “What are you doing?”

He didn’t know what he was doing either. Chad Sullivan grabbed her heavy cane and couldn’t help but laugh, “Do you really think I have a good temper? If you hit me with this thing again, do you believe I’ll beat you up?”

Ethan Carter lowered her head and didn’t dare say another word.

He was nearly thirty centimeters taller than her.

Looking down from above, he saw her eyelashes, like butterfly wings touched by raindrops, trembling gently. Her lashes were long and curled, and Chad Sullivan suddenly really wanted to see her eyes.

He smiled, “Hey, what’s your name, good student?”

Ethan Carter stayed silent.

She wished she could never have met Chad Sullivan.

Chad Sullivan pulled the student ID with the blue lanyard out of her pocket.

Ethan Carter was slow to react, and by the time she came to her senses, the bus had already arrived. The jacket was still protecting her head, carrying a faint scent of smoke.

“Get on the bus.”

Ethan Carter hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she gave the jacket back to him and got on the bus.

But her student ID…

The driver called out, “Sit tight, little student.”

Ethan Carter had no choice but to sit by the window.

As the bus drove away, Chad Sullivan’s silver hair was already wet from the rain. He looked down at the student ID in his hand.

Her name was Ethan Carter.

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When Chad Sullivan returned, the people in the private room were singing.

Seeing him come in, everyone looked toward Grace Turner.

Grace Turner walked over and sat beside him, lighting a cigarette for him. She knew Chad Sullivan didn’t sing, so she asked softly, “Want to play pool?”

Chad Sullivan frowned, finding her perfume overwhelmingly strong.

He took a few drags from the cigarette between his fingers, then went to play video games with Brian Foster.

The controller connected to the screen had a very realistic feel.

The word “kill!” kept flashing on the screen.

Grace Turner held his jacket for him.

The student ID in the pocket fell out, and Grace Turner bent down to pick it up. She recognized the No. 7 High School student ID, flipped over the photo, and saw a young girl’s face on it.

A delicate lower face, but paired with an extremely mismatched, strange pair of eyes. In short, not pretty at all.

It read, “Grade 11 (Class 1), Ethan Carter.”

Why did Chad Sullivan have Ethan Carter’s student ID in his pocket?

Grace Turner bit her lip and casually showed the photo to Brian Foster: “I just picked this up.”

Brian Foster was playing a game, but when he saw it, he almost burst out laughing: “Isn’t this that blind girl from your school?”

Grace Turner nodded.

Brian Foster: “Hahahaha, I’m dying, her eyes…” So ugly it’s off the charts.

His shout drew everyone over to take a look.

A burst of laughter erupted, and a boy even passed the photo around.

“Better off without eyes than with these.”

“So mismatched, must be fake.”

They were still laughing when the boy holding the photo suddenly got punched in the face. The student ID was snatched away.

The boy covered his face, “Ren… Brother Chad.”

The room fell silent.

Chad Sullivan’s silver hair glinted coldly under the light, his eyes pitch black. Without a word, he kicked the boy again. The boy couldn’t defend himself at all and fell to the ground.

Brian Foster panicked too, quickly hugging Chad Sullivan: “Brother Chad, don’t be mad, don’t be mad…”

Chad Sullivan’s fist bulged with veins, showing signs of losing control. Alan Bennett also grabbed his arm: “Brother Chad.”

After a long moment, Chad Sullivan said, “Get out.”

The boy ran out immediately.

Chad Sullivan turned and held out his hand to Grace Turner: “Jacket.”

Grace Turner was also frightened, and shakily handed over the jacket.

Chad Sullivan put the student ID back in his pocket: “Grace Turner, we’re breaking up.”

Grace Turner stared at him in disbelief.

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He slung the jacket over his shoulder, his tone casual: “Are you deaf? We’re breaking up.”

The girls looked at Grace Turner with complicated expressions, some even gloating. Grace Turner had come today to show off, but who would have thought Chad Sullivan would just dump her.

Grace Turner gritted her teeth: “Chad Sullivan, what do you take me for, I…”

Chad Sullivan let out a light laugh: “What do I take you for? You know very well. Just for fun, who would take it seriously.”

Grace Turner had always had good grades and good looks, and naturally a proud temper.

Seeing those subtle, mocking glances cast her way, she couldn’t bring herself to beg Chad Sullivan: “Don’t regret this.”