EX-husband Groveling to Me novel Chapter 644

Chapter 644 Are you a fool, you can't hide?

Victor frowned a little, "Look at what?"

"Read the book."

Izabella was caught in the bag, her face immediately reddened, glanced at Victor, embarrassed, all tense, deeply afraid that Victor will continue to say something.

Although she had only spent two language classes at the new school, Izabella had already guessed that the boy beside her was not to be messed with from the discussions that took place between classes.

Izabella doesn't like to mess with classmates like Victor, Jason alone she's had to deal with before.

Her tablemate, Victor, seems much more difficult to get along with than Jason.

Izabella grew up in such a hot and watery environment, and learned a long time ago that other people's business has nothing to do with them.

Victor looked at Izabella's reddened cheeks, snorted lightly, swept a glance at the language book spread out in her hands, and did not say another word.

Whether he believed Izabella's story or not, probably only Victor himself knows in his heart.

The new class was much friendlier than Izabella had expected. The woman sitting in front of her offered to take her to dinner on her first day of school.

Izabella is a slow and shy person, but she couldn't resist the passionate attack of Lyra Murphy.

"Izabella, Victor he didn't bully you, did he?"

The sophomore gym class is basically for students to relax, the gym teacher let them run 800 meters as a group and then let them go free.

It's already getting hot in J City in May, and the sun is fierce after 3pm.

The boys in the class changed their jerseys to play basketball, the girls felt hot, most of them ran to the kiosk there cat, buy a popsicle or a bottle of ice drink, while eating and drinking watching the boys playing basketball not far away.

Izabella took a sip of yogurt, and when she heard Lyra's words, she choked straight away. After coughing a few times, Izabella slowed down and shook her head, "No."

Lyra tsked, "Rare."

Izabella is not a gossip and knew Lyra had more to say, but she didn't ask and just smiled.

Lyra leaned towards her and said mysteriously, "Do you think Victor is handsome?"

Izabella raised her eyes to look at the boy who was shooting a three-point shot on the court not far away. Under the sunlight, Victor, who was wearing a jersey, was a teenager, with delicate features on his contoured face, a proper white boy in the heart of a young girl.

"Handsome."

She withdrew her eyes and bit down on her straw, blushing a little.

"Victor is indeed handsome, but he has a terrible temper! It's not like the class teacher didn't arrange for girls to sit at the same table with him, but the intention was to let them sit next to him and supervise him so he wouldn't sleep in class! And guess what?"

"What's wrong?"

Izabella's bright round eyes looked at Lyra, her voice soft yet curious, greatly satisfying Lyra's desire to confide in her.

Lyra grunted: "Good guy, he moved his desk and chair directly to the outside of the classroom, the girl also ran to ask him how he would like to go back inside the classroom, he said no other requirements, just do not want to share a table with girls."

Lyra said, looked around and came up to Izabella's ear: "That girl is Callie King, you're sitting at the same table with Victor now, Victor didn't have a tantrum, she probably has to hate you!"