Chapter 156 - 155: Corporate Shenanigans
Rex didn’t respond. He had already said what needed to be said, if they wanted to believe him, fine. If not, that was their problem, not his — and frankly, he could care less about them. Besides, even if there was something between him and Daisy—which there wasn’t—what business was it of theirs? Since when did he owe anyone an explanation for who he spent time with, or what kind of relationship he pursued? He didn’t need validation or approval. Not from them. Not from anyone.
So, he kept walking, hands in his pockets, head held high, moving with that casual, almost lazy confidence that only made things worse for the ones still staring after him. Some watched his back with quiet frustration, the kind buried deep in the eyes, masked by forced smirks or clenched jaws. A few gritted their teeth, unable to hide how much it bothered them. Not everyone takes rejection well — especially when it doesn’t look like rejection at all.
Others just sighed and shook their heads, resigned to a truth they weren’t ready to admit out loud.
And then there were people like Adrian—half-smirking, half-indifferent—who either didn’t care at all... or maybe had already accepted it. Maybe they understood that even if something did happen between Rex and Daisy, it wouldn’t be because of rumors or peer approval. It would be because two people simply clicked, despite everything stacked against them.
At the end of the day, Rex knew the truth: no matter how beautiful or well-liked someone is, they can’t be adored by everyone. That’s just life.
And he didn’t owe anyone an explanation. Not for a ride. Not for a conversation. And definitely not for the idea that, for once, someone might have chosen him.
On the other hand, completely unfazed by the emotions bubbling behind him, Rex made his way toward the classroom. Just as he reached the door, though, a man stepped in his path, someone he didn’t recognize.
Rex slowed to a stop, brow raised in mild confusion.
The man looked to be in his mid-thirties, dressed in smart business-casual, silver-rimmed glasses perched neatly on his nose. His whole appearance screamed academic, the kind of guy who wrote long research papers no one read but still got paid more than the professors who taught undergrads.