Delilah widened her eyes and pouted in frustration.
"It was just a kiss on the cheek—do you really have to act like this? I'm your childhood friend…"
"Get out," Everett said coldly. "And don't come bothering me again."
Delilah felt like her heart had just been stabbed. She stared at Everett in disbelief.
Everett reached over, grabbed her bag, and—right in front of her shocked face—pulled out the notebook and tore out the page with Aurora's signature.
"Ugh… You're so petty! Everett, do you want me to punch you?!"
Delilah swung at him. "Fine, I'll get out. But give me back my goddess's autograph!"
Everett raised a brow. "100,000."
A hundred thousand?
Delilah blinked. She had once been obsessed with Everett—but that obsession faded fast. Just from this move, she could tell where his heart really was: with Aurora.
Strangely, she wasn't mad. She wasn't jealous. Just… mildly disappointed.
