A Love Trap

Chapter 822 She Is My Wife

And then there was another seat next to a little fat boy.

The boy looked so much stronger than the rest of the kids in class. His face was chubby and somewhat cute.

"I'll sit there, teacher."

Fabio chose to sit next to a girl.

"Okay. You may take your seat."

However, Fabio did not notice the fat boy's stare of dissatisfaction as he took his seat.

After all the students were seated, the class began. The day's lesson only included simple mathematics and English letters.

It was very simple.

The lesson lasted for less than twenty minutes. After all, kids were hardwired to always be moving.

But for Fabio, he had already grasped the lesson when he was two years old, because of Richard.

Sometimes, when his brother worked out problems at home, he would read Richard's textbooks out of boredom and Richard was willing to teach him some basic knowledge.

Although Fabio already knew the lesson for the day, he did not sneak out of class and still listened to the teacher attentively.

After class, the teacher left the classroom, and everyone was free to play.

The little girl sitting next to Fabio, whose name was Betty, looked at him from time to time, but when their eyes met, she quickly withdrew her gaze.

At the same time, Betty's face flushed a bright red hue.

'How adorable he is!

I want to make friends with him, ' Betty thought to herself shyly.

She did not expect that Fabio would choose to sit next to her.

After catching her stealing glances several times, Fabio lost his patience. He turned around to face Betty and asked, "What's the matter?"

Although Fabio tried to be straight in saying something like that, he had underestimated his own ability to still look nice.

Betty was not scared of him. She actually found him somewhat cute, which made her stare at him longer and forget to reply.

"I... I want to be friends with you. My name is Betty,"

she stammered.

Then her face blushed some more.

Blinking at Fabio, she waited for his reply.

"Betty is my wife."

Before Fabio could reply, a stern voice came from behind.

"No, I am not!" Betty snapped at Bolton, her face burning with annoyance.

"I say you are my wife!" Bolton raised his voice at Betty. His voice permitted no rebuttal.

At the tender age of five, Bolton was a little taller than Fabio.

He had a good-looking face, but his hard features made him look frightening.

However, Fabio was not afraid of him.

"Oh." Fabio said in an icy tone and was about to get up from his seat.

Fabio had planned to stand up from his seat and turned to head outside to have a look around. Sitting in the classroom for a whole day was not his cup of tea.

But when Bolton saw Fabio stand up, he threw back his head proudly like he had frightened Fabio away.

Then, he looked back at Betty and asked, "Why don't you want to sit with me? Why would you choose that boy to sit next to you?"

Betty turned her back on Bolton and replied in a flat voice, "I just like him better, that's all!"

Truth be told, Bolton was very hateful.

Bolton didn't give up and pulled Betty's braided hair and said, "You're my wife. You should sit next to me."

"No way! No! I'm not your wife! I don't want to sit with you!"

Betty glared at Bolton, her face bulging because of anger.

Bolton was stunned and grasped her braid tighter.

He said that because he thought Betty was pretty.

"Ouch! It hurts! Waaah!"

Apparently, Bolton had hurt Betty.

The kid had no scruples. Betty suddenly burst into tears when Bolton pulled her hair with too much force.

Petrified, Bolton immediately loosened his grip on Betty's hair. He obviously did not know what to do when she started bawling.

"I... I'm sorry. Don't cry, please."

Bolton had never experienced such a thing. He started panicking when Betty started crying. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Bolton's making someone cry!"

"Bolton has beaten someone to tears!"

The other kids in class began yelling and clamoring.

The teacher was no longer in the classroom, so she did not hear the commotion.

Just as Fabio walked out of the classroom to get some fresh air, he heard the crying and screaming.

It seemed that there was a lot of crying kids in kindergarten, but the girl who was talking to him earlier, was the one crying just now.

It seemed that someone had made Betty cry. Fabio did not want to see her cry.

Fabio turned around and headed back to Bolton and Betty. Then, he fixed his eyes on Betty who was now sitting on the floor and sobbing against her knees.

"Hey, Betty. Don't cry. Crying will make you ugly."

Betty raised her head to look at Fabio. She struggled to breathe in between sobs.

She opened her eyes and found Fabio standing in front of her.

She pursed her lips and gradually stopped crying. She did not want Fabio to dislike her.

Although her head still hurt from the pulling, she eventually calmed down.

After that, Fabio turned to face Bolton with a hard look on his face. "Apologize!" he barked at him.

Surrounded by all his classmates, Bolton stood his ground. He would not acknowledge his mistake. Besides, he was taller and stronger than Fabio. He was confident that he could take him on if the need arose.

"No way," he replied coldly.

"You made her cry. Apologize to her. Now!" Fabio stressed again.

"That's right. Bolton should apologize. He bullied Betty and made her cry."

"Bolton is not a good boy. He wouldn't own up to his mistake."

"Mom says we can't play with bad boys."

"We can't play with you anymore, Bolton!" Comments sprang from everyone in the classroom.

Bolton was just a kid even if he was a little taller than the others. Now all his classmates were turning on him.

Feeling aggrieved, he also burst into tears.

And he cried more loudly than Betty.

Fabio knitted his brows in impatience.

Another one crying!

'Could they choose another way to solve their issues? Why do they have to cry all the time?'

Fabio thought sullenly.

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the same school, Dany looked at the beautiful face in front of her with a cold expression on her face. That face was so handsome and beautiful at the same time that people had trouble distinguishing whether it belonged to a man or a woman. Likewise, the other person's eyes lingered on Dany, telling her that he did not want to be separated from her.

"Baby, I have to go now,"

Cayn said affectionately as he gazed at Dany.

Cayn had never been separated from Dany since she was born. In his eyes, Dany just came to kindergarten school on a whim. This was a request he had never expected.