Chaylen was waiting outside the Campus gate while holding a red umbrella.

A lady gave the umbrella to him, and she left a note for him.

[“You are my type. Here is my number XXXXXXXXXX. Call me~”]

The woman who gave it to him was sexy and pretty. If Chaylen is still the old Chaylen, he would call the lady right away and take her to a hotel.

But Chaylen right now has no interest in other women anymore.

‘It is your fault, Ryan,’ he blamed the woman he saw from afar.

Saw from afar?

Chaylen narrowed his eyes at the car that parked just now. Inside the car, he...