Amnesia Love: The Five Boyfriends Challenge
Chapter 27-Karswell's tears.

"If Karswell does your homework for you, do you give him your money? Do you want him to help you eat your food?"

The blonde girl seemed to doubt that I would stand up for Karswell. Perhaps she didn't anticipate anyone supporting Karswell at this school. She regarded me with disbelief, likely considering a lecture, but upon noticing my Hermes Birkin bag, she opted to keep her thoughts to herself. "Is your Hermes real?"

"I never use fakes, including perfume!"

My retort incited the blonde girl to rise in anger.

"Who are you, and what's your relationship with Karswell?"

Ignoring her inquiry, I countered, "First, tell me, how did someone like you get into Harvard? If you're such a genius, why do you need help with your homework? If you were affluent, why would you wear such inexpensive perfume?" "I'm wearing Chanel. What do you know?"

I met her gaze squarely and declared, "Lie!"

The blonde girl seethed with anger, rendered speechless, while her companions rushed to console her and resume the confrontation.

"Are you insane to provoke Kelly at school?"

"I'm not crazy, she's the one who's lost her mind. She can't even discern real Chanel from counterfeit. How ignorant. Oh, my apologies-"

I covered my mouth, feigning a helpless smile. "I forgot, perhaps you've never used Chanel perfume. How could I expect you to discern authenticity when you're unfamiliar with genuine Chanel? It's my oversight, and I apologize." At our age, girls like them aspire to famous brands. They likely portray themselves as elite socialites at school, versed in various luxury products.

At such moments, a slight interrogation can easily dent their self-esteem, but only if I have a genuine Hermes Birkin bag in hand.

Kelly's friend saw through my tactic and retaliated in kind.

"How can you prove that the bag in your hand is genuine?"

"You're a tad cleverer than your friend, adept at defaming me in return. I don't need to prove anything to you because I'm unlike you. I'd sooner perish than debase myself with counterfeit goods." Turning to Karswell, I presented him with a multiple-choice question. "Do you wish to assist them with their homework, or would you prefer to accompany me?"

Karswell surveyed them before fixing his gaze on me. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he responded resolutely, "I'll go with you."

"Good lad."

I ruffled his hair, took his hand, and led him out of the classroom.

The blonde girl intended to pursue us, but one of the boys restrained her. He must have been acquainted with me, having heard the name of our Meredith family whispered among others. Exiting the classroom, I guided Karswell across the campus. Once again, I lamented the vastness of the school, a few steps and I lost my bearings.

"Where are we now? These buildings all look alike."

Karswell stared at me intently, grasping my hand, seemingly oblivious to my question.

I halted and glanced back at him, our hands intertwined.

He hasn't held a girl's hand before, has he?

With this notion in mind, I released his hand and gently intertwined our fingers together.

If you're loving the book, nel5s.com is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! As expected, Karswell's eyes widened, and his body tensed.

Amused by his reaction, I teased, "Karswell...""

I uttered his name, then closed my eyes and inched closer to him.

Karswell panicked, as if attempting to flee, yet his grip on my hand prevented his escape.

Watching me draw nearer, he oscillated between nervousness and anticipation. Even with my eyes shut, I sensed the rapid fluctuation in his emotions.

Initially, panic gripped him, followed by uncertainty, and finally, anticipation of what was to come.

Closing his eyes, he held his breath, awaiting my kiss.

When our breaths mingled, I halted, opening my eyes not to kiss but to admire his countenance.

His long, thick, curled eyelashes, straight nose, and deep-set eyes captivated me. The scattering of freckles beneath his eyes, far from being unattractive, added to his charm.

I wondered why they tormented him. He's as endearing as a fragile doll. His delicate gaze beckons protection from anyone who beholds him.

"When people bully you, why don't you fight back?"

Karswell averted his gaze, too ashamed to meet my eyes.

I gently lifted his chin. "Look at me and answer."

My tone bore authority, commanding compliance.

"They just asked me to help with an assignment... Not bullying..."

"Luring you to a bar and coercing payment isn't bullying. Forcing you to do their homework isn't bullying. So, tell me, what is bullying? Did I bully you?"

"No, you didn't! You're not bullying me, you're helping me..."

Karswell feared my displeasure and hastened to explain.

"I knew they were bullying me, but I didn't know how to refuse. I grew accustomed to it, survival demanded it... No one taught me otherwise, I had to fend for myself..." His voice trailed off, tears welling in his eyes.

Oh, my goodness, I actually made him cry.

It was just a mischievous thought, but today it became reality.

He wept so bitterly that the edges of his eyes reddened, and his shoulders shook. His distressed appearance left me feeling both distressed and excited.

I felt a strong urge to overpower him physically, to bully him relentlessly until he shed even more tears.

With a sigh, I embraced him and rested his head on my shoulder.

"My dear, you needn't worry. From today, I'll teach you how to say no to those who bully you."

"Is that true? Will you help me?" Karswell implored, his eyes glistening with hope.

"Of course, you're mine. I'll protect you."

I pinched his cheek, then adopted a playful tone. "But before I do, I need a favor from you."