When his eyes opened

Chapter 2 Bullied by Classmates

I gently lifted the blanket and couldn't resist pinching his cheek.

"Hmm, your skin feels pretty good, nice and smooth."

Even after being sick for so long, his body remained fit, with well-defined muscles.

His chest and abs were particularly impressive, and I couldn't help but touch them.

My gaze finally landed on his legs. I tapped lightly and then harder on them, but there was no response.

After completing the check-up, I was lost in thought.

"So, it turns out that werewolves and humans aren't that different physiologically."

"I heard you have companion beasts. Where's yours?"

Was it gone because of his severe injuries?

Without his companion beast, this werewolf surely wouldn't live long.

I sighed, touching my chin, "I didn't expect to become a widow at twenty-one."

I lamented for a second before turning to the bathroom to freshen up.

After changing into a comfortable old nightgown, I lay down beside Herbert without hesitation.

"Good night, honey."

The next morning, I woke up rubbing my sleepy eyes, only to find myself wrapped around Herbert like an octopus.

Worse, there seemed to be five finger-shaped red marks on his face!

Embarrassed, I scrambled off him and hastily covered his face with the blanket.

Later, I found out that Herbert was aware even in his coma.

At this moment, he felt a shadow over his face, but a scent that drove him crazy wafted into his nose!

He remained motionless, his only giveaway being the slight rise and fall of his chest, betraying his unsettled state.

*****

Before heading downstairs for breakfast, I made myself look ugly again through makeup.

I thought Regina might ask why, but she said nothing.

I guessed she must have concocted some family feud drama in her mind.

After all, in her eyes, I was a bastard daughter sent to the countryside by the Bermond family and had endured many hardships.

When she learned I had applied to Harvard Medical School, Regina was very supportive. When she heard that I hadn't finished high school, she immediately arranged for me to attend a preparatory class.

The Bermond family driver dropped me off at the school gate. Before I even walked into the classroom, I heard a familiar voice coming from inside.

"You mean my new sister? She applied to Harvard Medical School with a recommendation letter my mom wrote. It's nice, though. If we go to the same school, I can look after her. She's lived in the countryside and doesn't understand much."

It was Kesha.

Oh, right. Kesha's mother, Andrea Bermond, was a Harvard alum, so Kesha would apply, too.

"How could she have the nerve to ask your mom for a recommendation? She's just a bastard! Kesha, you and your mom are too kind. If it were me, I couldn't stand being classmates with such a bumpkin!" Another girl's voice was harsh and cutting.

I walked into the classroom with an expressionless face and took an empty seat, ignoring the comments around me.

"Sis, you're here!"

Kesha keenly spotted me, and she raised her voice, successfully drawing everyone's attention to me.

In an instant, various malicious glances and taunts bombarded me.

"So this is Kesha's sister? How did she turn out so ugly?"

"Isn't that typical for country folk? Fat and plain? Haha."

"As ugly as a crocodile! Look at her skin!"

"What kind of outdated glasses is she wearing? So ugly!"

I continued to ignore them as if they weren't talking about me.

The boldest of the group, the girl talking to Kesha, walked up and kicked my desk, causing the pen I had just taken out to fall to the floor.

"Hey, bumpkin, I'm Laura Ventis. Don't you know how to greet your classmates?"

I slowly stood up, walked to the desk, and bent down to pick up my pen.

Laura went further, stepping on the pen and grinding it under her foot.

"Are you dumb? Can't you speak?"

"I can, but I don't want to talk to you," I said calmly.

The class fell silent for a few seconds, seemingly captivated by my melodious voice.

A boy sitting in the front row with his legs up suddenly stood.

"Enough. Stop bullying her."

Laura immediately turned and glared at him.

"Oscar, why are you defending this bumpkin?"

From the surrounding chatter, I quickly learned all the rumors about Oscar Brooks, who seemed quite popular.

He was also Kesha and Laura's high school classmate, the captain of the football team, rich and handsome. Laura had had a crush on him for a long time.

Jealous of Oscar defending me, Laura grabbed my glasses and smashed them underfoot!

I stared coldly at her.

Then, I struck swiftly, grabbing her shoulder and pinning her against the wall forcefully before she could react.

"Stop!"

A stern female voice rang out.

Our teacher, Sarah, walked into the classroom, catching me pinning Laura against the wall. She asked in shock, "What are you doing?"

I released Laura, turned, and went back to my seat, letting her slide down the wall like a broken puppet.

Sarah examined Laura briefly, finding no injuries, and sent her back to her seat.

"All right, it's class time. Be quiet! Get along with your classmates, understood?"

I acted as if nothing had happened, attentively listening to the lesson.

However, I became more vigilant in secret.

I had met many people like Laura.

How could she possibly swallow this humiliation?