Trapped By The Heartless Prince Of Rose

other casually suggested that Ashley had to study at the same university as Helena.

to that colleg

just

-demon girl - who was smiling kindly at visitors - at least Ashley

o learn how to cook or wash clothes. That's why he works part-time at Cafe Helena. Another reason is t

ple who will help you are your siste

ena, she was a naughty girl until her mother often came to school to find her da

pressos!" Helena exclaimed, stepping on Ashley'

n though he was upset. Ashley can only do Helena's orders well and correct

it too bit

he long-haired young man in front of him-

ed when he found Ashley's tense face. "Shouldn't I be sur

was even more sinister than shouting angrily. Jac

g in a cafe?" Jacob was smiling, but veins

pology. It was the first time he had lied and was caught on the

"But, if you're sincerely apologizing, how abo

ut. But if Ashley says no, his future in college will be a mess. He could imagine all the seniors would hate him, and then there would

to one wee

." Ashley was surprised when Jacob laug

so formal..." Jacob wiped t

ears. Whether because of his funny speech or because his face is quite silly, like

uld accompany me to c

do you

pay for my drink?

houted nervously. He closed his

. "I thought you were such an unexcited boy that

t or a veiled insult. The important thin

cause the bitter sensation just bit his taste buds. Ashley questions Jacob's reasons for choosing Espresso even though he doesn

class for a part-ti

his first day of school. He felt it was better to be beaten than to get a question that s

have to lie

!" Ashley lowered

is position before. "You don't have to low yourself just to apologize." Jacob patted Ashle

thing as you w

"Will do anyt

y and firmly. "Right

ve to p

. His eyeballs moved wildly like a thrown volleyball.

words, although he enjoyed seeing Ashley's anxious look. "Don't

wice, trying to digest Jacob'

s news about anything about our campus. Startin

ched his non-itchy cheek. "I ju

Wall Street Journal. Some so many members want to join that they have to be selected very strictly. And I'm one of the people who escaped that rigorous selection. Unfortunately, it was just after the graduation day of the final-level brothers that the heyday of the journalism club was lost. Almost half of