Revenge is best served cold

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Chapter 1891 After mulling it over, Harold decided to act on his thoughts the very next day. Since the Aldridge family estate was closer to Eastwood College, Sophie had been living there pretty much every day since she started university, heading to classes with Harold.

That morning, Harold was the first one downstairs for breakfast. Normally, he'd be the one to wake Sophie up. But today, he didn't, and as a result, Sophie slept in an extra fifteen minutes. If not for her body clock, she might have snoozed even longer.

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When Sophie finally cdown, her hair was still all over the place. The housekeeper was a bit surprised by her disheveled look and glanced at Harold, asking, "Mr. Harold, didn't you wake Ms. Sophie today?" "I'm not her nanny. Why should I always be the one to wake her?" Harold retorted as he finished his breakfast and grabbed his bag to leave.

The housekeeper was taken aback, and Sophie was too. What on earth was Harold's problem this morning? But with tticking, Sophie just grabbed a piece of toast and dashed out the door, not wanting to be late for school.

"Ms. Sophie! Watch your step!" the housekeeper called out.

"Yeah, yeah, I know!" Sophie shouted back, as she hurriedly hopped into the car.

"Harold! Have you lost your mind? What did I ever do to you?" Sophie fumed as she settled into her seat. Her face was clouded with annoyance. She had already apologized for whatever it was yesterday. Yet here Harold was, acting like he'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

Harold didn't respond, simply turning to stare out the window. Sophie, just as stubborn, shot back, "Fine, let's see how long you can go without talking to me!" Usually, no matter how peeved Harold got, he never went a whole day without speaking to her. She was curious how long he'd keep this up. The car ride was dead silent.

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When they arrived, they each went their separate ways, pretending not to know one another back in class Their classmates were baffled.

go a day without bickering three or four These two usually couldtimes. How could they go a whole morning without a peep? Sitting at his desk at the back, Harold wondered why he was being so pigheaded. There really was no need for this. And Sophie genuinely didn't seem interested in breaking the silence.

By lunchtime, Sophie headed to the cafeteria alone. A couple of Harold's friends cover, asking, "Did you guys have a fight?" "Why would I fight with her?" Harold snapped back.

"You two fight every day! You should make up with Sophie; she's going to be your sister-in-law after all." Hearing that, Harold felt his jaw tighten as if he might grind his teeth to dust. "Can you stop saying that? I don't need you reminding me!" "Huh?" His friends looked confused. What words?

Irritated, Harold got up, giving his desk a good kick before storming out. His friend's exchanged puzzled En glances. "What's his deal?" "Beats me."

Harold found himself heading toward the cafeteria almost on autopilot. The m' school only had a handful of dining spots, and Sophie's favorite was the one closest to the main building. Without really thinking, he ended up at the entrance. There, he spotted Sophie

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