What a coincidence.
Riley's eyes curved slightly as she watched Felicia cling to the doorframe, looking like she might throw up any second.
She must've had quite a bit to drink.
Felicia reached out, waiting for someone to catch her—but no one did. A flicker of irritation crossed her eyes.
Then she looked up.
And froze.
Inside the spacious private room sat a woman, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. A mask covered her face, making it impossible to tell whether she intended to drink or was simply holding it for effect.
But that wasn't the point.
It only took one glance for Felicia's fingers to tighten around the doorframe.
That woman looks dazzling.
Like a crimson bloom in a field of snow—beautiful, vivid, and faintly dangerous.
Why does she look familiar?
Their eyes met for a brief second.
Felicia quickly looked away, flustered. "Sorry, wrong room."
She turned to leave—
Just as a man's voice sounded behind her.
"Felicia, what are you doing here? Our room is 203, down the right corridor."
Evan stepped forward, supporting her with one arm.
At over 1.7 meters tall, with a refined, handsome face and the added halo of being both a top student and student council president, he was naturally surrounded by admirers at school.
And he was used to that attention.
He glanced up, about to apologize—
Then stopped.
Stunned.
What a beautiful woman.
Sitting there with a glass of wine, her aura cool and distant, her delicate features almost hypnotic.
He swallowed unconsciously.
In all my years, surrounded by admirers, I had never seen anyone this striking.
And this wasn't just any private room—it was in the VIP section, reserved for the truly elite. Not even the wealthy could book it easily.
Which meant—
She wasn't just beautiful.
She had status.
Power.
His thoughts stirred.
Maybe she's from a wealthy family… or attached herself to someone powerful.
Otherwise, how could a woman like her be here alone?
That assumption made him feel slightly better.
Women noticed things like this instantly.
Felicia naturally caught the shift in his expression.
When she looked back at that woman, there was a trace of jealousy in her eyes.
She tugged on his sleeve, snapping him out of it. "Evan… I feel dizzy. Can you take me back to the room?"
He hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Right. I'll take you back."
But even as they left, he couldn't help glancing back at that woman a couple more times.
Riley watched them go, a faint smile playing on her lips.
So this is the campus heartthrob?
Not that impressive.
***
Once they left the VIP section and entered the regular corridor, Evan finally spoke.
"Felicia… do you know that woman from just now?"
The moment he mentioned another woman—especially one better than her—alarm bells went off in Felicia's head.
She forced a smile. "No… why?"
"Nothing."
But it was obvious, something lingered in his mind.
Felicia turned her head slightly and caught the thoughtful look on his face.
A cold sneer flashed through her heart, though her voice remained gentle.
"Oh… now that I think about it, before I went in, I saw a big, rough-looking guy with tattoos walking out of that room. Probably her boyfriend."
She paused, then added softly, "No wonder she feels so intimidating. She must've picked that up from him."
Evan's expression darkened instantly.