Chapter 465 Menu However, some of Lennonâs admirers who knew his routine would follow him during his runs. Occasionally, girls would bring him water, but he never accepted any.
Originally, Lennon had no interest in this confession, until he heard a familiar name.
Around his second lap, amidst the crowd of onlookers, he faintly heard someone call out Marielaâs name.
Lennonâs pace gradually slowed as the gossip became clearer.
âSo Bryce likes our schoolâs belle, Mariela. Well, I can accept that. Losing to the belle isnât embarrassing.â
âTo be honest, Bryce and Mariela are a perfect match. Oneâs the heartthrob, the otherâs the belle. They look amazing together. I approve of this match!â
âBut I really like Bryce. God, can Mariela please reject him...â
Lennon changed direction and walked toward the center of the playground.
Bryce was surrounded by the crowd. He wore a light khaki coat with a white highâneck sweater underneath, looking refined and gentle. His eyes were filled with a smile so tender it was hard not to be captivated.
His fingers strummed the guitar strings, accompanying himself.
Bryce was singing a popular love song at the time. He sang beautifully, hitting every note perfectly. His voice was soft, deep, and full of texture, enchanting many girls.
After finishing the song, someone brought Mariela to Bryce.
Lennon stood coldly in the crowd, watching the spectacle of the confession.
Bryce held a bouquet of roses and handed it to the girl in front of him, his voice as gentle as could be, âMariela, I like you. Will you go out with me?â
After some cheering, the scene fell into complete silence.
Everyone was waiting for Marielaâs response.
On that winter night, tiny snowflakes drifted in the air, light and graceful, creating a romantic atmosphere for the confession, as if even the heavens were helping out.
Bryce stood tall and straight in the center of the crowd, holding the roses, his handsome appearance drawing everyoneâs attention. Bryce was not only goodâlooking and academically excellent, but he also came from a wealthy family, being the sole heir of the Vance family in New York.
A perfect match between a handsome man and a beautiful woman.
The answer seemed to be a foregone conclusion.
Lennon was so nervous he forgot to breathe. His fingers tightened bit by bit, and his heart ached with tension.
However, Marielaâs answer surprised everyone.
âSorry, but I canât accept it.â
The smile on Bryceâs lips faded.
The night wind tousled his dark hair, and the dim light couldnât illuminate the loneliness on his face.
âCan I ask why?â His_mood seemed low, and even his voice trembled slightly.