What came through was the same cold, mechanical prompt. It was obvious I was blocked. Kieran’s face looked even scarier. But Roschelle actually felt really relieved. I thought Alaricka was pretty sensible. She walked up, took the phone from Kieran’s hand, and said gently, “Kier, if the call doesn’t go through, just stop calling. It’s not necessary. You should care more about yourself.” Kieran looked really upset and said in an odd tone, “She actually dared to block me.” Roschelle’s face stiffened, and she forced a smile: “It’s fine, Kier, she just couldn’t see; she didn’t get you.” Her eyes moved, and an idea flashed in her mind.
She lowered her eyelids and said, a bit aggrieved, “It was my fault, Kier. Maybe Alaricka was mad at me, so she didn’t answer your calls and even blocked you.” “Kier,” she turned around and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, “you can blame me for this. I didn’t notice those servants were bold enough to drug you. If I had known earlier, none of this would have happened.” “I was going to talk to Alaricka tomorrow and make things clear. I wouldn’t let her be mad at you anymore.” Behind me, after quite a while had passed, Kieran still didn’t say anything. Roschelle felt uneasy. When she thought this trick wouldn’t work, Kieran seemed to let out a soft sigh. “If Alaricka had been one-tenth as sensible as you, I wouldn’t have had to worry so much.” Roschelle felt a burst of joy, turned around, and looked at him with gentle eyes. “It’s okay, I’ll apologize to her tomorrow, and she won’t be mad at you anymore.” Kieran said in a low voice, “No need; you didn’t do anything wrong.” Roschelle looked worried: “But Alaricka blamed you for this.” Kieran raised his hand, rubbed her hair, and said gently, “Go back and rest; I’ll handle this.” The tone was not open to discussion.
Based on Roschelle’s years of knowing Kieran, this was the time not to insist on her own opinion anymore, but to go along. Roschelle was just about to say yes when she remembered the note about Alaricka in Kieran’s phone. Tonight, no matter what, she had to change that disgusting note. She smiled, picked up her phone, and shook it. “Kier, you know, my phone has been broken these days; can I use your phone for now? I wanted to send someone a message.”
Kieran lifted his chin and signaled her to use it. “Didn’t I buy it for you? Why don’t you use it?” The smile on Roschelle’s face didn’t change, and she said, “I just wanted to use yours; is that not okay?” As she talked, she fiddled with Kieran’s phone, tapping here and there. Kieran heard what she said and just gave a slight smile. He didn’t stop her anymore. Roschelle actually did nothing, just pretended to be busy clicking around, and finally clicked on the contacts she wanted to open the most. Then I clicked on the Alaricka section, edited the info, and changed the note. Changed Cutie Pie to Alaricka. After I finished changing it, Roschelle looked at it and felt a lot better. Roschelle handed the phone back and said softly, “Okay, I’ll head back now.” Kieran took the phone and nodded, “Go to bed early.”
After Roschelle left, Kieran picked up his phone again, and his finger subconsciously tapped into his contacts, wanting to find Alaricka. Because Cutie Pie started with a C, he subconsciously scrolled down. But didn’t find it. Kieran frowned a little, then slowly looked up. In an instant, he saw Alaricka’s name. He didn’t know when Cutie Pie’s note changed to Alaricka. Kieran thought for a moment and knew what Roschelle did with his phone. Kieran looked normal, didn’t question, didn’t deny, and wasn’t angry. He just put his phone away.
I went with Roschelle’s way. Kieran wanted to. It was just a note, and Roschelle changed it whenever she wanted. But he still remembered that back then, Alaricka bugged him for a long time before he agreed to keep the Cutie Pie note. Even if he remembered, Kieran didn’t feel like he needed to change the note back. After all, it was just a note. Just a note from Alaricka. Roschelle wanted to change it, so she did. Besides, Alaricka actually had the nerve to delete him as a friend and even block his number. She really couldn’t spoil him.
Alaricka slept till morning and slept well. When she woke up, it was still Jaylene who woke her. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, “Isn’t today the weekend? No classes.” Jaylene forced the pen into her hand, along with the test paper and workbook and all that, speaking in a rushed tone.