Chapter 58

After her last class, Clair stood up and scrolled through her phone, scanning through messages with a mix of frustration and exhaustion. She continued her descent down the stairs, her eyes narrowed in irritation.

“I have a class in the morning? Again?” Clair sighed heavily as she grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, stepping into the hallway. As she walked, her phone in hand, she suddenly felt a tug on her arm. Her bag slipped off her shoulder, and she was jerked back, her irritation now directed at the person who had interrupted her. She spun around, her frown deepening as she was pulled away from her distraction.

“What the—?” Clair hissed, her eyes narrowing at the unfamiliar man who had the nerve to smile at her.

“Hey, I’m Johan,” he said, his voice too casual for the situation.

Clair’s expression turned to one of anger. Her teeth clenched as she yanked her arm out of his grasp. “What is wrong with you? Who the hell does that?” she spat, her voice s