"Adele is my classmate!"
Gio Coleman regained his composure and stepped out of the oppressive encirclement.
"What classmate?" Noah Reyes demanded coldly.
Classmates? That means they've known each other for at least a year, Noah thought. Doesn't that give him an advantage over me?
Gio Coleman shot him an amused glance and countered, "How many kinds of classmates do you think there are? A classmate is a classmate. Are there really different types to distinguish?"
"No matter what kind of classmate you are, stay away from my woman."
"Sorry, but I intend for Adele and me to go from being classmates to husband and wife!"
"What did you say! If you have any guts, say that again!" Noah Reyes growled, his voice laced with a chilling menace.
Gio Coleman smiled faintly, paying no heed to Noah Reyes's menacing expression, much less feeling intimidated. The flowers had been mercilessly crushed by Noah Reyes's car—what a pity; they had been so delicate.
