Part 3My Arranged Fiancée Fell in Love with a Hooligan

At first, Isabellafrowned as she talked to him, but gradually, Jake must have said something because Isabellastarted laughing too. Her gaze towards him was no longer contemptuous, but admiring and even showed a hint of youthful infatuation.

The two forgot themselves and chatted away. Olivia, who had always been aloof, was for the first time talking so happily with a stranger besides me.

Jake, who hung out on the streets, might not have had other talents, but he knew how to quickly win a girl's heart.

After the charity event, Jake slipped Isabellaa note, winking at her. Isabellacarefully put it in her bag without telling anyone.

Perhaps it was during that time when everyone seemed to come from the same mold that his appearance broke Olivia's constraints, bringing a different kind of spark to her monotonous life.

If not for this opportunity, the two would never have crossed paths in this lifetime. One was a noble heiress, both in public and private, while the other was Jake, living at the bottom of society with only a gambler for a father.

Later, I learned more about Jake. He had been expelled from his original high school for skipping classes and fighting. He spent his days racing motorcycles with the loiterers in front of the bubble tea shop, and had dated almost every delinquent girl in the area, none lasting more than three days.

From that day on, Isabellaand I still went to school together, but as soon as school was out, Jake would ride his motorcycle to the school gate to pick her up. She would sit on the back of his bike, excited in a way I had never seen before.

Jake even brought his buddies to lay out a heart shape with cheap flowers on the ground. In front of the whole school, he climbed up the teaching building like a monkey to confess his love to Olivia.

I thought she would refuse, but to my surprise, Isabellaran all the way down, throwing herself into Jake's arms, her face beaming with an enchanting smile.

Many people felt it was a pity, the cream of the crop being snatched by a delinquent was something no one could accept.

All I felt was heartache and nothing else.

Olivia's mother was furious about this and forbade her from going out, locking her at home and bringing meals to her door every day.

I went to see her, but she asked me to help her sneak out.

At first, I didn't agree. She must have learned it from somewhere, but she started rubbing her chest against my arm, begging me to take her out.

I didn't agree and even felt a bit heartbroken. How had the pure and intelligent girl from before turned into this nauseating sight?

She took advantage of the moment when I was chatting with her mother to jump out of the bathroom window.

She even broke a bone in the process, but she had no regrets for the sake of love.