He Betrayed Me, I Took My Junior

Chapter 4

Austin thought he was being the bigger person here.

He completely ignored how pale Cindy's face had gone in his arms.

But to me, it was utterly laughable.

Who would want a piece of trash like him?

Just as I was about to snap back at him, a bold, cocky voice rang out from behind.

"Apologize to Sarah, and maybe I'll think twice about joining in when she beats you up."

With that, Harvey naturally took my hand. His palm was still warm despite the rain, probably because he had just been running.

Austin didn't say a word. His gaze lingered on our joined hands for a long moment. When he finally spoke, the words were forced through his gritted teeth.

"Sarah, who is he?" he demanded, his expression dark.

Without a second's hesitation, I blurted out, "My cure."

My cure for clinical depression.

Looking back, the time I spent with Harvey was when I felt most at ease. On the surface, I was teaching him how to roller-skate, but the emotional support he gave me was worth so much more.

The term "cure", though, was something that once belonged only to Austin and me. In the past, whenever I felt down, I would curl up in his arms for hours. He would chuckle, his chest vibrating, and ask playfully, "Sarah, what would you do without me? Tell me, am I the cure for your depression?" Then, he would kiss the top of my head. I couldn't remember how I answered him back then. Probably just with a soft hum.

Austin used to treat me incredibly well. He would set aside his pride to be with me and spoil me. There's no denying that we both gave our hearts to that relationship.

So, when he heard my answer, he couldn't stop himself from reaching for me. But Harvey blocked him.

"Sarah, do you even hear yourself?" Austin roared, glaring at me. "Using another guy to make me jealous? That's not just cheap—it's pathetic!"

He didn't believe me. Honestly, if we hadn't broken up, I might never have realized how much Harvey had helped me. My calm demeanor must have pushed Austin over the edge. He dragged Cindy away, storming off in a rage, and even forgot to open his umbrella when he stepped out of the building.

I turned back and noticed Harvey had brought a set of casual clothes and an umbrella. Acting as if nothing had happened, he grabbed the hem of his black T-shirt and pulled it over his head. He had an incredible build—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and fair skin, with lean, defined muscles lining his arms and abs. It took me a moment to look away, so I missed the gleam in his eyes.

He handed me the clothes. "Go change, Sarah, or you'll catch a cold." Then he added, "Hope you don't mind me taking my shirt off. Wet clothes are pretty uncomfortable."

I shook my head, feeling a sudden rush of heat, and hurried to the restroom. He'd thought of everything—even fresh undergarments.

By the time I came out, he was dressed. Since we only had one umbrella, he walked me back to my dorm before heading home. On the way, probably to keep me entertained, he hummed a love song—his voice clear and gentle, like a summer night's breeze.

Before parting, he waved through the misty rain. "Don't forget to teach me next weekend, Sarah!"