Chapter 293

Thud!

Nathaniel hit the floor hard, jolted awake by the impact.

He couldn't believe Rosalind had actually kicked him out of bed. Scowling, he shot her a glare. "Rosalind, what the hell was that for?"

Hands planted firmly on her hips, she glared right back. "You're divorced from Harrison. Who said you could sleep with your arms around her?"

Nathaniel froze. His face darkened as the sleep cleared from his mind. Her words hit him like ice water.

Had he really been holding Harrison in his sleep?

Rosalind wasn’t done. "Your arm was draped over her shoulder. You were clinging to her like she was your personal teddy bear. If you want someone to cuddle, go find Isabella. But don’t forget—one day, another man will be the one holding Harrison in bed!"

Another man holding Harrison in bed?

Nathaniel’s breath caught. "Shut your mouth," he snapped.

The commotion finally roused Harrison. She blinked sleepily, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. "You two are up already?"

Nathaniel glanced at her. She looked soft, her cheeks still flushed from sleep, completely oblivious to what had just happened.

This was all her fault. If she hadn’t curled up against him last night, none of this would’ve happened.

He hadn’t pulled her close before falling asleep, but somehow, his arms had found their way around her anyway.

And now Rosalind had seen it—and kicked him out of bed for it.

Meanwhile, Harrison was just sitting there, clueless. Nathaniel shot her a cold, irritated look before storming off to the bathroom.

Splashing cold water on his face, he heard the girls talking outside.

Harrison sounded confused. "What’s Nathaniel’s problem? Why’s he in such a bad mood this early?"

Rosalind snorted. "Who knows? Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the floor."

Harrison laughed. "If he wants to sulk like a toddler, let him."

Their giggles grated on his nerves.

Nathaniel clenched his fists. He was this close to losing it.

After dropping Harrison and Rosalind at Willowridge University, Nathaniel slammed the gas pedal and sped off without a backward glance.

The girls, however, were in high spirits as they strolled onto campus.

Near the basketball court, a crowd had gathered. Julian was playing, his tall frame weaving effortlessly past defenders before leaping for a flawless dunk.

"Aaaah!"

The swarm of girls around the court squealed, eyes sparkling with admiration.

Arabella rushed forward, handing him a water bottle.

"Thanks," Julian said, taking it and drinking deeply.

Students immediately started teasing. "What’s this, Julian? Are you and Arabella a thing now?"

"Plenty of girls have offered you water before—why take hers?"

"Arabella’s the campus sweetheart! Damn, Julian, you didn’t even have to try!"

"Look at them—they’re such a perfect match!"

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

The crowd egged them on, laughing. Someone even gave Arabella a playful shove, sending her stumbling straight into Julian’s arms.

He caught her instinctively.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Harrison and Rosalind watched from the sidelines. Harrison shot her friend a worried glance. "Rosalind… you okay?"

Rosalind smirked. "Never better. Stay here—I’ve got something to do."