Lord Preston's Secret Tutor (47 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 61

I swear, even in a boarding school where countless students mixed together all day, there had never been such confusion.

Jacqueline generally got along well with everyone and could easily maintain friendly relationships. Though not everyone might like her, she had never once found human relationships difficult.

Yet there was one person—Windsor—who left her utterly flustered, shaking her this way and that until she lost all sense of direction. He’d pull her in, then push her away, and sometimes stir things up for no good reason.

She could keep her composure when he wasn’t around, but the moment she came face to face with Windsor, words she didn’t even mean would slip out first. That’s why Jacqueline always had to turn away and scold herself afterward.

Silly Jacqueline.

It happened again this time. The instant she saw his face, she recalled Windsor escorting Miss Wilson—his expression looking quite pleased, even satisfied.

And so, without even realizing it, she snapped at him—fully aware she’d regret it immediately after.

“…….”

Windsor stared at her in silence. Jacqueline, sensing his piercing gaze on her cheek, slowly lifted her head.

“!”

There he stood, his face frozen in icy rigidity. Simultaneously, her own expression gradually vanished.

Again.

Every time she met Windsor’s cold stare, she felt as though she’d been shoved into a muddy swamp—even deeper and filthier than when mocked as “that penniless noble girl.”

Not even when reporters hurled sharp questions at her, nor when former classmates who’d laughed and chatted with her just yesterday pretended not to know her, had she ever felt this wretched or despairing.

“I suppose it must be a secret meant only for noble folk—something I shouldn’t know.”

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