Chapter 87: Beyond Saving
Elias lowered his gaze to his clothes and clicked his tongue.
To make the fall look graceful after Giselle threw him, he had very deliberately picked the best possible angle. There was an art to collapsing beautifully. The price, unfortunately, was obvious now. Muddy water had splashed up half his body, and the knees of his pants were streaked with grime. Dark smears of wet soil clung to the fabric everywhere. He looked like he had crawled out of a drainage ditch.
A shower, then.
He decided to head back to the dorm, wash off, and change into something clean before the filth dried into the seams.
On the way there, he did not forget to stay in character. His phone stayed in his hand the entire time. He kept calling Giselle, kept sending message after message, relentless and shameless, all of them vanishing into silence exactly the way he expected they would.
No answer.
No reply.
Nothing.
Still, he persisted.
