Our Long-Awaited Real-Life Date Was A Total Mix-Up Chapter 2

Hearing him mention Sienna's name again sent a dull ache through my chest.

I barely processed his warning, simply nodding like a robot while forcing a smile. I stared at our chat screen, waiting for him to send the contact card.

It was incredibly mortifying. On my screen, the very last message Connor had sent me was still sitting there, glowing in the dim light.

Babe, can I kiss you when we finally meet?

My cheeks flared up. Who could have predicted such a cruel twist of fate?

In the span of five minutes, a passionate boyfriend had reverted into a complete stranger.

To spare both of us further awkwardness, I tapped the settings and cleared our entire three-month chat history with one tap.

Connor caught my movement out of the corner of his eye. His expression darkened further, but he said nothing as he sent over the contact card.

I tapped it open immediately, zooming in on the profile picture.

Ah. So this was Nolan's actual account.

Their profile pictures were remarkably similar, a dark, minimalist aesthetic. It was an easy mistake to make.

I quickly screenshotted the card and tapped the top right corner of Connor's profile, preparing to delete him as agreed.

But before my finger could land, a cold hand wrapped around my wrist.

"Let's not delete each other just yet," Connor said suddenly. He seemed to search for a reasonable explanation before adding, "Just keep the chat logs cleared. Once I successfully add Sienna, you can remove me. Also, let's keep this little mix-up between us. I can transfer you ten thousand dollars to make up for your wasted time."

There was a strange, unreadable look in Connor's eyes as he spoke.

But I didn't dwell on it.

He was a legendary figure on campus, a wealthy heir from the finance department. Naturally, he wouldn't want anyone to know he had spent three months sweet-talking the wrong girl online. Paying for silence was standard procedure for guys like him.

Ten thousand dollars was probably just the price of one of his designer jackets. But to me, it was enough to cover my living expenses for a long time.

Besides, he had given me Nolan's real contact info. Any way I looked at it, I was coming out ahead.

"Deal," I said.

Under Connor's darkening gaze, I gave a casual wave of my phone and walked away.