He Swore He Hated Seafood, So Why Did His Lips Taste Like Oysters? - Chapter 126: Chapter 126
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When my sex tape with Xavier Hartwell went viral, my life imploded—expelled, graduate school dreams crushed, guys literally asking for my rates.
"Rapist father, slut daughter—apple doesn't fall far from the tree, hahaha."
"Always acting like some innocent little saint, but the quiet ones are always the kinkiest."
I ran to Xavier for help, only to overhear his buddies laughing:
"Damn, bro! That move was brutal—totally destroyed her future."
"She probably still thinks you're in love with her, hahaha!"
"Dude, you've been faking it for three years. When you gonna drop the act?"
Xavier's lazy chuckle made my blood freeze:
"When Isla gets back. Wanna give her a little surprise."
"Her dad messed with Isla, so I destroyed his daughter."
I stood there like an idiot.
So what I thought was love and salvation was just... revenge for your precious first love?
Oh, Xavier Hartwell. You want to destroy me?
Game on.
I'll make you fall straight into hell just as you're reaching for happiness.
And I'll be watching every beautiful second of it.
"Holy shit! Uncensored! This is insane!"
"No freaking way, send it to me, send it to me!"
"Me too! I wanna show my boyfriend what kind of trash he used to chase."
Hearing my roommates' heated discussion, my eyelid started twitching like crazy.
Since her boyfriend had pursued me before, were they talking about something related to me?
I pressed my lips together. "Did... did something happen?"
The chatter stopped instantly. My roommates all turned to stare at me, then burst into laughter while covering their mouths. "Nothing, nothing. You just focus on studying, little genius."
Despite their words, my anxiety kept growing.
That expression was way too familiar.
Even after two years, the bullying from freshman year still made me wake up screaming.
I awkwardly opened the campus forum.
It was lagging—almost couldn't get in.
A video was going viral across the forum.
The headline screamed: "Harvard's Ice Queen Scholar's 'Hidden' Side."
In the video, the girl's face was completely exposed to the camera—flushed cheeks, constant moaning.
Anyone could guess what was happening.
And the girl was me.
A notification from the registrar's office suddenly popped up on my phone—my graduate school acceptance had been revoked.
I completely panicked.
For three years, I'd never slacked off academically, competing in every contest, all to get into Cambridge.
I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to stay calm.
Don't cry, Ivy.
Go find Xavier.
Just as I reached for the door handle, I heard his buddies' voices from inside the private room:
"Damn! That move was brutal—releasing it on the last day of the acceptance period, totally screwed over her future."
"She probably still thinks Xavier's into her, hahaha."
"Bro, Isla's coming back to the States. What's your plan for Ivy?"
The voice that had whispered sweet nothings in my ear last night now carried mocking contempt:
"Destroy her, obviously. Give Isla a nice surprise."
So he'd approached me just for revenge from the very beginning.
My mind went blank for a moment.
Last night's tenderness now felt like daggers stabbing straight into my heart.
I stumbled away, running right into my roommate's boyfriend.
I'd once gently warned Rachel that her boyfriend was harassing me, but she'd accused me of seducing him instead.
"Ivy?"
He smiled, blocking my path, his disgusting gaze lingering on my face:
"Why you running? You blind or deaf? Can't see me standing here?"
"You're all covered up today, babe."
I frowned in disgust. "Get lost!"
But he moved even closer:
"Name your price. One night with me, yeah?"
I backed away in panic, bumping into a chest that smelled of cigarettes.
"She said get lost. You deaf?"
It was Xavier.
My roommate's boyfriend shrugged: "Still protecting her after all this?"
"You want damaged goods?"
Only my face was in the video, so nobody knew it was Xavier.
After the guy left, I looked at Xavier:
"My graduate acceptance got revoked. Did you know?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know there was a camera."
I started babbling desperately:
"Then explain to the professors, okay? I worked so hard for three years..."
"You know that..."
He tenderly wiped away my tears.
"I already had them shut down the forum. Don't be scared."
"Let's go to a hotel and rest for now. Stop crying—it breaks my heart."
Avoiding the question was answer enough.
He wouldn't explain for me.
What a great actor.
If I hadn't heard those words myself, I would've believed him.
"It's fine, only your face shows. Nothing else got filmed."
"Rapist father, slut daughter—apple doesn't fall far from the tree, hahaha."
"Always acting like some innocent little saint, but the quiet ones are always the kinkiest."
I ran to Xavier for help, only to overhear his buddies laughing:
"Damn, bro! That move was brutal—totally destroyed her future."
"She probably still thinks you're in love with her, hahaha!"
"Dude, you've been faking it for three years. When you gonna drop the act?"
Xavier's lazy chuckle made my blood freeze:
"When Isla gets back. Wanna give her a little surprise."
"Her dad messed with Isla, so I destroyed his daughter."
I stood there like an idiot.
So what I thought was love and salvation was just... revenge for your precious first love?
Oh, Xavier Hartwell. You want to destroy me?
Game on.
I'll make you fall straight into hell just as you're reaching for happiness.
And I'll be watching every beautiful second of it.
"Holy shit! Uncensored! This is insane!"
"No freaking way, send it to me, send it to me!"
"Me too! I wanna show my boyfriend what kind of trash he used to chase."
Hearing my roommates' heated discussion, my eyelid started twitching like crazy.
Since her boyfriend had pursued me before, were they talking about something related to me?
I pressed my lips together. "Did... did something happen?"
The chatter stopped instantly. My roommates all turned to stare at me, then burst into laughter while covering their mouths. "Nothing, nothing. You just focus on studying, little genius."
Despite their words, my anxiety kept growing.
That expression was way too familiar.
Even after two years, the bullying from freshman year still made me wake up screaming.
I awkwardly opened the campus forum.
It was lagging—almost couldn't get in.
A video was going viral across the forum.
The headline screamed: "Harvard's Ice Queen Scholar's 'Hidden' Side."
In the video, the girl's face was completely exposed to the camera—flushed cheeks, constant moaning.
Anyone could guess what was happening.
And the girl was me.
A notification from the registrar's office suddenly popped up on my phone—my graduate school acceptance had been revoked.
I completely panicked.
For three years, I'd never slacked off academically, competing in every contest, all to get into Cambridge.
I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to stay calm.
Don't cry, Ivy.
Go find Xavier.
Just as I reached for the door handle, I heard his buddies' voices from inside the private room:
"Damn! That move was brutal—releasing it on the last day of the acceptance period, totally screwed over her future."
"She probably still thinks Xavier's into her, hahaha."
"Bro, Isla's coming back to the States. What's your plan for Ivy?"
The voice that had whispered sweet nothings in my ear last night now carried mocking contempt:
"Destroy her, obviously. Give Isla a nice surprise."
So he'd approached me just for revenge from the very beginning.
My mind went blank for a moment.
Last night's tenderness now felt like daggers stabbing straight into my heart.
I stumbled away, running right into my roommate's boyfriend.
I'd once gently warned Rachel that her boyfriend was harassing me, but she'd accused me of seducing him instead.
"Ivy?"
He smiled, blocking my path, his disgusting gaze lingering on my face:
"Why you running? You blind or deaf? Can't see me standing here?"
"You're all covered up today, babe."
I frowned in disgust. "Get lost!"
But he moved even closer:
"Name your price. One night with me, yeah?"
I backed away in panic, bumping into a chest that smelled of cigarettes.
"She said get lost. You deaf?"
It was Xavier.
My roommate's boyfriend shrugged: "Still protecting her after all this?"
"You want damaged goods?"
Only my face was in the video, so nobody knew it was Xavier.
After the guy left, I looked at Xavier:
"My graduate acceptance got revoked. Did you know?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know there was a camera."
I started babbling desperately:
"Then explain to the professors, okay? I worked so hard for three years..."
"You know that..."
He tenderly wiped away my tears.
"I already had them shut down the forum. Don't be scared."
"Let's go to a hotel and rest for now. Stop crying—it breaks my heart."
Avoiding the question was answer enough.
He wouldn't explain for me.
What a great actor.
If I hadn't heard those words myself, I would've believed him.
"It's fine, only your face shows. Nothing else got filmed."
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