The Continent of Europe

Chapter 8's

...CHAPTRE 8...

...THE BLOND COSTUMER'S...

"You seem to have gotten used to everyone's attention."

Rosaline focused her attention on looking at Clark who was busy spreading the charm of his face with a smile as wide as possible, whenever male students flashed around them.

"I'm the golden money boy. I should've gotten everyone's attention" he replied arrogantly making Rosaline frown in dislike.

The girl rolled her eyes lazily, distracting her from Clark and chuckling as her eyes accidentally met the eyes of the three women who had warned her back then.

The three stared at Rosaline for a long time before throwing their eyes away after throwing a cynical look.

"What the fuck?" He muttered, watching the backs of the three women who were slowly moving away from them.

Rosaline clucking. It was only a few weeks that he became friends with Clark and he was already the center of attention. Rosaline always found everyone's eyes on her. No matter where he went, everyone's gaze always followed him like a camera.

Clark turned around only to see what Rosaline had seen and then a slight ruckus followed. "Let them. They're just jealous of you, Rosaline" she chirped and pulled out some make-up from her bag.

Rosaline grunting. It's been more than three weeks since the two of them became friends and Rosaline is still not used to it. He always found himself frowning whenever Clark mentioned his name.

Not knowing why there was dislike in his heart when he heard his name called by the woman.

"Do you think they envy me because I'm friends with you?" Rosaline asked suddenly.

Somehow that's the only question that comes to his head now, after hearing Clark comment that people's attitude towards him lately is because of jealousy.

"Yes. Because only a handful of people can be close to the members of the golden money like me. Especially the big three."

Rosaline raised her eyebrows in surprise, wondering what the big three was.

Ignoring her curiosity, Rosaline hurriedly closed the book in her hand that she had not read since when Clark suddenly stood up. He turned his head, only to see what the woman saw to the point of making the woman cry hysterically.

"James!"

She screamed and ran as fast as she could, leaving Rosaline alone where they were sitting. Rosaline looked at Clark's interaction with a pale-skinned, blond-blonde man, with a cold, aristocratic face.

Waitie?! Blonde unravel? The cold aristocratic face?

Rosaline widened her eyes in surprise and immediately stood up, no matter which book she had on her lap fell to the ground. Over there. The blond man he met at the little latte espresso that time was replying to Clark's spoiled embrace on his body.

From a distance with jaws still open. Rosaline realizes that the man's eyes are pointing at her through the crevice of Clark's embrace. There was no smile or just a smile for him. There was only a sharp look in the man's eyes.

Rosaline involuntarily gulped her nervous saliva as Clark released his embrace on the young man's body, and pulled the young man walking towards her.

Oh lord. Why is he so nervous like this?

Rosaline felt her body freeze as Clark and the young man stood in front of her. He glanced at Clark's pampered hand to coincide with the wide smile engraved on Clark's face, while the young man was just flat-faced.

"Your love?" Guess Rosaline ended her special awward ruckus. He stared at the man again before turning his attention to Clark.

Rosaline gave a wide swipe that wrapped her hands possessively in the arms of the man named James Orion Adler. Her emerald iris had no intention at all to hide her shock as she looked at the two of them in turn.

It would be impolite if only he knew the name of the man while he did not know his name. Then Rosaline reached out to shake hands with the blond man, and said, "ah— I'm Rosaline Mary Smith. Hello to you."

However, instead of accepting the helping hand of the girl in front of him, the man instead looked at her with raised eyebrows. As if questioning

the meaning of his hand.

"He doesn't like other people touching him, Rosaline. Of course except for me," shrieked Clark with his spoiled voice.

With a bumbling smile Rosaline pulled her hand back and nodded. So right, there are two members of the golden money on this campus? Inner Rosaline.

A flash of his head immediately reviewed Reagan's words about the members of the golden money in his faculty. Looks like this blonde guy in front of Rosaline is what the twin talked about at that time.

Not wanting to disturb the two couples, Rosaline then sat herself a little away from them both. He ignored Clark, who was now leaning on the man's shoulder and did not realize that there was a pair of eyes watching him.

...•—— ⁠✿ ——•...

"You're friends with miss Jenkins, miss Smith?"

A few minutes ago, Rosaline was caught in the awkward atmosphere created by the two couples nearby. Finally he decided to go to the library under the pretext of finding a new book to read.

Although the real reason was that he only wanted to escape from there. Run away from both partners out of disgust. Especially looking at Clark's attitude which is considered very spoiled. It was too much if Rosaline wanted to describe her attitude at that time.

Frankly, watching the woman being spoiled with the young man named James, somehow immediately made Rosaline nauseous. Turmoil wanted to vomit rumbling in his stomach.

So, here's the girl now. On his way to the library Rosaline accidentally met the professor who was overwhelmed with books in his hands. Initiatively, Rosaline also offers help.

"Yes, professor Watson. I'm friends with Clark" replied Rosaline nodding. He knew who Jenkins was referring to.

Of course Clark. Clark Sadie Jenkins's. The golden money boy.

The man called by Rosaline professor Watson just looked at her for a long time then threw away his gaze and walked quickly forward, leaving Rosaline stirred up to follow him from behind.

"Just put the books on my desk, Miss Smith," he ordered when they reached the professor's private room.

Iris emerald Rosaline was flabbergasted looking in the direction pointed at her, before nodding and doing the professor's orders.

His gaze looked around carefully as he placed the books he had brought onto the professor's desk. The girl stopped paying attention around just as her attenuation fell onto a family photo hanging not far from her standing.

"Is that your family, professor?" Rosaline asked. Not turning around at all

to look at the professor.

"Yes. They're my wife and my son" he replied, looking in the same direction, "they're dead" he added.

"I'm sorry to hear that," replied Rosaline unkindly. He turned around only to find the professor staring at him intensely.

The frown on the man's forehead was clearly visible, his jaw hardened, and then he said, "get away from the golden money, miss Smith. Once you're tied up you can't get out. Especially the Jenkins and Adler families. People may like them, but people don't know who they really are."