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"This hairstyle doesn't suit you."

Matthias immediately said the moment their eyes met.

His remark startled Layla. Momentarily bewildered, she mused over his words, grasping the mocking nature of it in an instant.

'This man! Is he trying to pick a fight again?'

"I know. My hair is a little... untidy."

Leyla said sharply, in response to his unsought criticism.

"A little?"

Matthias scoffed, eyes scrutinizing her from top to bottom. Under his disdainful stare, Leyla squeezed at her bike handles, fighting the urge to run away. Her inability to restrain the strange emotions stirring in her heart as she stood in front of him was already upsetting to her—Leyla refused to look like such an easy target, blushing at just the sight of a man.

"Why don't you untie your hair?"

"I'd like to, but they said I won't look like a proper teacher."

"Who?" He asked, forehead creasing with suspicion.