Another Life, Another Me

45. Maybe I Don't Know What I Thought I Knew

"Hot...So bright...My eyes...They are...burning...Someone, save me!" a noble girl squealed as she fainted in her seat after making eye contact with Florence.

"Gods...They must be gods...No mortal could ever look like them...!" another noble cried as she pulled out her own hair in her insanity.

"Oh...Please let them all be single! I love you!!!" a different noble girl fangirled.

All of the boys looked slightly uncomfortable or irritated at the insensitive comments of the noble girls in the class.

Eventually, one girl had the guts to plop herself right next to the boys and begin to flirt with all three of them...at the same time.

"You're all so handsome...I know what boys like you want...You want a girl like me, right? Someone of high status and beauty...someone who can satisfy you as I can," the girl whispered delusionally to them with a high pitched laugh.

Was this girl...stupid?

A part of me was ready to walk up to the girl and give her a good slap across her face to knock some common sense into her...before I realized the boys probably had everything under control.

"Oh...so you think you know my type in women...young miss?" Grey smiled with cold and dark eyes.

"Yes, of course...I'm the only girl that would be perfect for you. There aren't many girls of my caliber," she squealed as she twirled her hair seductively.

"Unfortunately, I am already engaged to someone who is well above 'your caliber.' I would appreciate it if you would stop this," Florence replied politely as his expression darkened.

"It's alright if you're engaged. Have an affair with me for a while...then I can help you ditch your fiance and leave her destroyed on the ground. We could leave her all alone...with tears in her eyes and begging for mercy," she giggled, clearly not understanding that she was being rejected.

At her words, Florence suddenly went quiet and his face darkened even further.

"Excuse me, young miss, but I believe your words have gotten out of hand...I believe it would be best for you to hold your tongue. Don't insult us," Grey chuckled darkly with some sort of poisonous air to his words.

"I think the three of us here...can all agree that we would rather drink poison from a glass of thorns...than to continue this conversation," Ace said without a single smile on his face.

Ace's expression sent shivers down my spine.

I had seen him make that face before.

It was his terrifyingly cold expression that could freeze even the warmest of hearts, which he made unconsciously whenever he was frustrated with something.

But, the noble lady was too ignorant to notice.

"All of you must be jesting! Well, having a good sense of humor is quite charming for you three as well. Now, which of you three would love the honor of proposing to me-" the noble girl was about to say before Florence used his hand to stroke the side of the girl's face.

"...I would..." Florence started to say as he used his gloved hands to trail through her murky green locks.

The girl began to slightly blush and giggle as Florence moved his face closer to the girl's face.

But instead of kissing her like she thought he would, he whispered something into the girl's ear instead.

The noble girl stopped giggling and paled as her eyes widened in fear.