“I said there was nothing to worry about, but you wouldn’t believe me.”
Then, turning to Naomi, Tiffany continued, “Naomi, I really don’t blame you for pushing me the other day. You didn’t have to go into hiding just to avoid apologizing, you know?”
“Do you have any idea how worried Zebulon has been about you?”
At her words, Zebulon’s frown deepened.
He had been trying to contact Naomi ever since that day.
He wanted to ask her who the man who picked her up was.
He also wanted to ask how her injury was healing.
But he couldn't reach her. When he tried to get a message to her, he realized all their mutual friends were his friends. He knew nothing about her social circle.
Zebulon had even called Naomi’s academic advisor and found out she had taken a leave of absence. A fire of frustration had been simmering inside him ever since.
Seeing Naomi just frown at Tiffany’s words, without offering any explanation, made that fire erupt.
“Naomi, what the hell is your problem? Tiffany doesn’t even blame you, so what’s with all the drama? When did you learn to pull these kinds of low-class tricks? Don’t you know our families would chew us out if they heard about this? Are you doing this on purpose? Are you that malicious, just wanting to see us get in trouble?”
“Do you need me to apologize to make you happy?”
Tiffany stroked Zebulon’s chest with a pained expression, seemingly comforting him while actually fanning the flames. “Zebulon, don’t be angry. Naomi’s feelings for you are… well, it’s only natural she’d be upset and target me. It was my fault, after all.”
“Naomi, I really don’t blame you. You can do whatever you want to me. I just hope you’ll stop making Zebulon worry. These past few days, he’s been so anxious he can barely eat or sleep. It’s been really hard on him.”


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