His Heiress Wife (Retika)

Melody suddenly woke up that Lance didn't have time to react.He quickly turned his gaze away from her so she wouldn't notice that he had been staring at her.

Lance then straightened his body and looked out the window to pretend that nothing had happened.

A few seconds passed, but there was no movement beside him from Melody.

Lance frowned slightly.He thought it was a little strange for her not to move since she woke up already.

Just as he was hesitating about whether to turn his head back, a voice suddenly sounded from his side.

"Lance, she has already left.You don't have to pretend you are looking elsewhere." Clifford indicated.

Lance tilted his head slightly and glanced at where Melody was sitting from the corner of his eyes and found out that she had left without him even knowing when.

His hand tightened slightly as his face carried a wave of faint anger, and his eyes were filled with hostility as he looked at Clifford.

"When did I care about her? I don't need your nonsense" He irritatingly said.

Clifford didn't say who he was pertaining to and thought, 'Did Lance assume it was already Melody I was talking about without even telling her name?' 

However, when Clifford saw his expression, he was already scared out of his wits, so how could he even voice out his thoughts? Lance sure looked terrifying when he was angry! Lance stared at the empty seat on his side.

The two eyebrows on his handsome face slightly furrowed.

The image of Melody as she stepped into the classroom just now appeared in his mind.

Melody''s eyes were so bright and dreamy as if he had seen her eyes somewhere before, which attracted him.

Usually, no matter where he was, he would attract people's attention.

And this damn transfer student actually didn't even look at him.

She ignored him and didn't even seem curious about him.

Lance suddenly stood up and when Clifford saw that he was a bit panicked and hurriedly asked, "Lance, where are you going?"

Lance didn't even turn his head and arrogantly said, "We're wasting time here, you're question is nonsense.Since the class is over, I'll get going!"

Clifford looked at Lance's dashing back.

For some reason, he felt that something was amiss but couldn't tell what was.

He also noticed that Lance walked a bit awkwardly.

‘'Is he injured?’' Clifford thought to himself.

‘'Who has the guts to hurt Lance?’' asked Clifford himself again.

really injured, it must have been done by someone with power’' The moment Melody walked out of school, she felt that there

face remained calm and her eyes were still dark and

walked into an alley on the

and remote that was why few

she heard the sound of hurried and messy

students walked

tell they were bad guys from their

dyed his hair yellow and his posture

walked in front of Melody

suddenly walked in was

her feet up to her head and was shocked

god, isn't this girl a bit

stunned for a moment and only reacted after he was called out

was their hobby to bully other students and

to look a bit more domineering, he looked at Melody

also deliberately dragged out his last words, which

in school!" he said trying to

slightly, and a hint of

he looked down at the blonde guy and said coldly, "If you want to fight,

are you

arrogant aura and mocking remarks made Harris seem to be nothing as Melody faced

felt anger, because of Melody's

lesson and let her know who she was dealing with and bribed her after he

girl who seemed to be weak, the

teach her

he pointed at one of

a knife from his pocket and walked towards Melody with

you obediently surrender and beg for mercy, I can still

felt that these people

to talk that much nonsense? If they

that, Melody still had

by Melody's reaction, Carlo got angry and rushed up to her with the

lying on the ground in an

could see how Melody defended

an instant, Carlo was completely thrown to the ground and didn't even

Sharp, cold, and ruthless...

Carlo had not moved for a

up to him and opened his eyes and was immediately

already passed out because of Melody and was not

turned around to look

frightened as if they had

his subordinates, "Was Carlo beaten