Part 2My Ex-Boyfriend is My Professor’s Son?!

A bright red handprint instantly appeared on Liam's cheek.

He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and let out a soft chuckle:

"You blocked my number and deleted me on Snapchat... Doesn't that mean we broke up?

"You told me to get lost, so what's wrong with me rolling right into someone else's arms?"

With a long stride, Liam pinned me into a corner.

Staring at my heaving chest beneath my lace dress, he lowered his voice:

"And now you show up at my place late at night dressed like this—

"What? Are you here to beg for me back?"

Before I could speak.

Liam dropped his smirk, took a step back, and said coldly:

"That slap just now cancels out the mistakes I made before."

He glanced in Mia's direction.

And carelessly curled his lip:

"She was already pretty bothered by the fact that I've dated before.

"So, it's best if you don't show up again."

I hadn't even opened my mouth.

When Mia walked out holding the shipping box, looking incredibly apologetic.

Her voice was timid:

"I didn't know this box was yours...

"I thought it was something Liam bought, so I opened it and put it in the cabinet.

"I don't know how many you bought either. Why don't you count them to see if they're all there?"

Before I could take the box.

Liam leaned over, snatching it first—