Junior Boyfriend Paying Off His Debt To Me

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Carl's eyes turned red because of my kind reminder.

He tried to refund it, but the shop assistant shook her head. "You're still wearing it."

He tried to take off his clothes, but I shook my head. "The shop assistant accidentally threw away your old clothes. It would be illegal for you to go out on the street naked."

"Helena Johnson! What do you want?" Carl was so angry that the veins on his forehead twitched.

It was rude for him to shout my full name.

I had no choice but to say comfortingly. "Since I had already bought the clothes, so you could only return the money. Otherwise...

"Why don't you be my boyfriend for a year?"

Carl pursed his lips and glared at me.

I tried my best to persuade him. "You looked so handsome in this suit. It would be a pity if I didn't buy it. Besides, it's illegal to run naked in broad daylight..."

Carl looked like he wanted to strangle me.

I quickly counted with my fingers for him. "It's already a really good deal for you. Do you see? You're just a college student. By working for a year, you can only make..."

Money was indeed very effective.

Carl rolled his eyes at me and turned to leave.

When he got to the door, he broke down and growled, before turning to look at me and saying through gritted teeth.

"That's a deal! Helena Johnson!"

The proud young man that carried his chin high was actually compromising gradually with puffy eyes. It was truly...

Truly interesting.

"Okay."

I happily took the bag from the shop assistant. I sneaked a glance at the neatly stacked old clothes and pants inside and caught up with Carl while humming cheerfully.

"When I came out of the fitting room, you said that the contract was changed to 4 months?" As we got back in the car, Carl asked.

"... Yes," I said. At that time, I was indeed a little lecherous.

"Since I could pay off 20 thousand dollars in four months, it will only take me 10 months to pay off 50 thousand dollars." Carl set up a new term in a tone with no room for discussion.

He was surely strong-willed.

"Sure. Whatever you say. I'll listen to you," I said with a doting smile.

Carl didn't appreciate it at all. He crossed his arms and said, "I calculated the period according to our normal rates. You, on the other hand, forced a deal out of me!"

Sure enough, in addition to being "rich but cruel", I had another label.

I was just about to tell him that paying off 20 thousand dollars in 4 months included a discount when I realized that he also took a 20% discount from buying with my platinum card.

Carl turned to look at me and spat meanly. "Helena, you're a bastard. Humph!"

I was stunned.

His tone, his words, and his sharp face made him look childish and cute.

I couldn't help but laugh.

Watching his face darkened even more, I coughed softly to stop laughing and said.

"Why does being my boyfriend look like a punishment to you? Alright, alright, I'll give you a chance to reduce your sentence."

After all, I couldn't really afford to make him angry.

I opened my phone and saw a dozen new messages on it. I paused and said.

"Come... with me to eat with my ex-boyfriend."

As soon as I said that out loud, I was already regretting it.

After returning to Samsville for a year, my ex-boyfriend had been wanting to invite me for a meal from time to time. I refused several times, but he still wouldn't give up. It seemed that I had to meet him after all.

But I had already guessed his intention. It was surely going to be a trap, so I couldn't go empty-handed.

Therefore, although I tricked Carl today mainly to tease this arrogant young man, I had to admit that when I saw how handsome he was, I suddenly felt that I could go and eat with my ex-boyfriend!

With his delicate features, broad shoulders, and narrow waist, it would be a great honor for me to be his girlfriend.

It was a pity that I seemed to have gone too far.

Carl hated me so much now. If I really brought him to meet my ex-boyfriend, he might immediately join the enemy and complain about me.

I shook my head and was about to say no when I heard Carl ask. "How many months can I take off by doing this?"

Once he accepted my terms, the arrogant young man was actually quite cooperative.

"1 month." I was afraid that he would hesitate, so I continued in a hurry. "If you perform well, I can take 2 months off. In fact, it depends on your performance. If you perform very well, you can take as many months off as you like!"

I emphasized the word "performance" so that he knew he had to take this seriously.

I didn't know if Carl understood what I meant. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then agreed.

As though something clicked in his mind, he looked up and asked, "Did you buy me clothes to meet your ex-boyfriend?"

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"... Yes." I wasn't expecting such a question, so I admitted it without thinking.

Carl frowned slightly.

It seemed that he was not satisfied with my answer.

"... But it was mainly to trick you so you'll stay." I tried to make up for it.

Carl's frown deepened. "That's enough. Aren't we going to the restaurant? Hurry up and drive!"

"Okay!" I stepped on the accelerator and drove.

Hang on. I was his debtor, not his driver.

At the door of the private room, I nagged Carl again, "You can eat, but don't say a thing. Just be handsome."

"Do you understand?"

Carl glanced at me. Without answering me, he walked in front of me and pushed the door open directly.

My ex-boyfriend, who was waiting to welcome me at the door, froze with a smile on his face.

I followed Carl and walked in. "Hey, Wallace. It's been a long time."

It had indeed been a long time since we had last seen each other. As the typical couple that broke up after graduation, I hadn't seen Wallace for five years.

Of course, it wasn't that I wanted to see him. In the four years after our breakup, Wallace had left me on his contact blacklist.

This year, he removed me from his blacklist and enthusiastically invited me to dine with him and reminisce about the past.

"Helena, is this your... assistant?" Wallace maintained polite and courteous, but he still couldn't hide his embarrassment.

"Of course not." I smiled elegantly and took Carl's arm. "This is my boyfriend."

Originally, I wanted to take the opportunity to snuggle up to him and pretend that we were very affectionate.

However, Carl took half a step forward and reached out to introduce himself to Wallace. "Hello, I'm Carl Styles."

I stumbled and fell on him.

"Didn't I tell you not to speak?" I glared at Carl resentfully.

Looking nervous, he put his arm around my waist, leaned over, and whispered.

"Helena, why are you so careless? Are you alright?"

His handsome face suddenly leaning over made my heart flutter. I avoided his eyes instinctively and shook my head.

He was doing quite a good job.

When we regained our balance with our faces flushed, Wallace's face darkened.

Wallace stopped pretending to be courteous and asked directly, "Helena, what do you mean by this?"

"Nothing. It's been a long time so I wanted to introduce my boyfriend to you." I looked puzzled. "Didn't you say many times that you wanted to see me?"

Wallace gritted his teeth and said, "Helena, you know clearly that I want to see you because I want to..."

"Get back together with me?" I finished his sentence and asked with feigned innocence. "But Wallace, what right do you have to say that?"

Clearly, he didn't expect me to be so blunt. Wallace was caught off guard and didn't know what to say.

"Is it because you pursued me crazily then just to be able to intern at my company?"

I couldn't be bothered to read his expression. I pulled out a chair and sat down without looking at him.

"Or is it that you blacklisted me decisively after finding out that something had happened to my company and my dad was sick, because you were afraid that I would ask to borrow money from you?"

I raised a hand and poured myself a cup of tea.

"Or is it that you broke up with me in front of everyone on the day we were to take the graduation photo because you were afraid that you would be implicated when others kicked me when I was down?"

The tea was rich and sweet. I was in a better mood with every sip. I looked at Carl and talked about the lesson I had learned with a smile.

"Carl, remember, don't cry when you take graduation photos. Otherwise, it's not that you would look ugly, but that every time your classmates see the photos in the future, they will laugh and recall how miserable you were when you cried at that time."

Carl came over, covered my hand with his, and looked at me seriously.

"Helena, you can never be ugly. You are always the most beautiful and dazzling girl in my eyes."

I was surprised. "Kiddo, you're good at it."

He was such a good actor. It didn't sound like we had just met.

Seeing that he was acting all serious, my heart skipped a beat. I wanted to flip my hand over and scratch his palm.

Unfortunately, someone pushed Carl away.