Part 1My Ex-Boyfriend is My Professor’s Son?!

On the third day of our cold war, I ordered a box of ultra-thin 001 condoms and shipped them to my boyfriend's apartment.

After getting all dolled up, I knocked on his door:

"Liam, I think my package accidentally..."

Before I could finish.

A cold scoff came from above my head:

"Really? Is this the best you can do?

"Weren't you the one who slapped me and told me to get lost?"

He leaned his long arm against the doorframe.

And yelled toward his bedroom:

"Babe, there's a pretty girl here trying to seduce me. Come help me kick her out!"

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I figured Liam was just bluffing, so I rolled my eyes at him:

"You mean to tell me, on the third day of our cold war—

"A girl magically appeared in your bedroom?

"In your dreams."

I neatly ducked under his arm.

And casually opened his shoe cabinet.

When I saw the cute little pink bunny slippers, I couldn't hold back a snort of laughter:

"Why did you buy me a pair like this? You know I like green..."

"Babe." Liam interrupted me, his voice lazy and drawling.

I was just about to respond.

Since when did he get so cheesy after a fight?

I looked up.

And saw a girl wearing a revealing slip dress standing right in the middle of the living room.

She was blinking her big, watery eyes at me:

"Why are you... wearing my slippers?"

I froze on the spot.

My brain short-circuited for a second.

I could only watch as Liam, who usually moved at a snail's pace, gave a helpless shrug, walked over, and pulled the girl into his arms:

"She just showed up out of nowhere.

"If I had known it was my ex-girlfriend, I wouldn't have even opened the door."

After saying that.

Liam turned to me, his tone full of righteous indignation:

"Hurry up and explain yourself, Chloe."

Before I could even speak.

His face turned ice-cold, and he marched over to me.

Staring at the slipper I had already put on one foot.

He spoke with a chilling edge to his voice:

"Do you have any concept of boundaries?

"Why are you wearing someone else's slippers without asking?"

I leaned one hand against the wall, my right foot halfway out of my own shoe.

Hearing Liam's words, I didn't even dare to look up.

It was just that the humiliation and grievance were too much to suppress.

Tears fell uncontrollably.

After a long moment.

Liam seemed to finally notice my emotional state.

His posture relaxed, sounding as if he were compromising:

"Forget it.

"Mia is a germaphobe. Since you've worn them, she definitely won't want them anymore.

"Consider them a gift."

I forced myself to calm down, struggling to maintain a smile:

"I forgot to change my shipping address for a package..."

Mia, recovering from her initial shock in the living room, smiled and gently tapped her head, saying with polite sweetness:

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't look closely.

"I thought it was something Liam ordered.

"She smiled, her eyes crinkling:

"I'll go get it for you right now."

Taking advantage of Mia turning her back.

I swiftly changed back into my own shoes.

Looking at Liam, who was staring blankly at Mia's retreating back.

I raised my hand.

And slapped him hard across the face.