Falling for My Ex's Roommate

Chapter 11

"Simon probably doesn't know yet that you're not really the daughter of the White family, does he?"

"It's not right to keep such a big secret from him, don't you think?"

Although I had long been prepared for my background to be revealed to the world.

Being suddenly exposed by Zack like this still made me feel embarrassed and at a loss.

The hand held by Simon almost instantly became stiff and cold.

My palm was covered in a fine, cold sweat, layer after layer.

Seeing my face turn pale, Zack laughed, "Looks like you really were hiding it from him."

"I thought so. If he knew about your true background, Simon would only avoid you like the plague. Even if you threw yourself at him, he wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole..."

"Zack."

Simon suddenly let go of my hand.

He expressionlessly rolled up his sleeves, one fold at a time.

Then he took off his watch and handed it to me.

"I used to think you were just a fickle playboy, not a good person, but not completely despicable either."

"But now I realize."

Simon stepped forward and grabbed Zack's collar, slamming him hard against the wall.

"You're not only a despicable scumbag."

Zack was enraged and tried to fight back, but Simon's fist heavily smashed into his face.

"But also a coward, a waste."

"And Zack, I'm not like you."

"The one I like isn't some daughter of the White family or the Zhao family."

"I just like Lola for who she is."

"If her name is Lola White, I like Lola White. If her name is Lola Zhao, I like Lola Zhao. It's that simple."

"But Lola is already not pure..."

Simon didn't let him finish and threw another punch hard at his face.

Zack cried out in pain, covering his bleeding nose and mouth as he fell to the ground pathetically.

Afraid that Simon might do something worse and cause real trouble.

I quickly went forward and held him tightly, "Simon, stop hitting him. Something bad might happen..."

Simon's face was very cold, but he did stop.

He glanced at Zack, who was covered in blood, took out his phone, and made a call to have someone come and take care of the situation.

Then he put his arm around me, "Lola, let's go home."

When we reached the car, I suddenly called out to him.

"Simon, do you believe me?"

"What?"

I looked up at Simon.

He was wearing a dark gray shirt, looking cold and noble, extremely handsome.

The way he got angry and hit someone just now.

If it was the old me who saw it, I would definitely be very scared and would have run far away long ago.

But now I just felt incredibly touched.

All those years, I desperately tried to grasp at a lifeline.

But it always backfired.

The elders who once doted on me no longer saw me as their precious darling.

Although there was no beating or scolding, just that kind of arrogant and distant cold violence.

Was enough to make a teenage girl fall into despair.

The childhood sweetheart who grew up with me looked down on me and distanced himself from the bottom of his heart.

My birth parents were just greedy scumbags and demons.

Every day and night I was in panic, fearing I would be sent back to them and fall into an abyss of no return.

And until I died, I never knew that there was someone who had secretly liked me for so long.

Fortunately, everything in the dream will not happen again.

I didn't reach the point of desperation and stupidly try to use my body to tie Zack down.

"Nothing ever happened between Zack and me."

"Lola."

Simon cupped my face and leaned down to kiss me.

I clutched his sleeves tightly, my fingers gripping and releasing, "Simon..."

When he kissed me until I could barely breathe.

My legs went weak and I could only hold tightly to his waist.

Simon's kisses fell on my neck, "Lola, I don't care about these things."

"But hearing you say this still makes me very happy."

"You know, men are always a bit selfish in this regard."

"I know, Simon."

"I'm telling you this not just because I don't want him to smear me."

"I'm doing it for you, and even more for myself."

Saying this, I smiled at him and snuggled further into his coat.

"Simon, let's go home quickly. I'm freezing."

"Okay."

He held my hand, holding it very tightly.

And this holding of hands would last for a lifetime.