Her ears were full of vicious speculation, and Tara Jameson's aggrieved eyes were bloodshot, standing over there feeling utterly miserable.
Charles Northwood frowned, and vaguely heard the gossip coming from that side as well.
"Aren't you the one who didn't want anyone to know about our relationship? Didn't you say that even if we were together, I could only follow you around like some underground lover? Then why! Why would you still do something like this…"
Tara Jameson lowered her voice and snarled, increasingly unable to make sense of Charles Northwood's behavior.
Listening to Tara Jameson, Charles Northwood furrowed his brows tightly.
"The flowers… are there a lot?"
Tara Jameson: ...
No shit!
The whole classroom is full.
"I'm really sorry for causing you trouble."
Charles Northwood was helpless, and also deeply guilty about it.
"Give the phone to your professor for this class, I'll talk to him."
Tara Jameson's lips moved slightly.
