Chapter 889

Abigail started the conversation again. She asked, "James, are you the most handsome guy at Zenith University?" "No, I'm not," James curtly responded. Abigail then pulled out her phone and showed him a picture of himself. "But you're number one on the list." "Oh, so your eyes do work after all?" James replied, his tone casual. "You can look at the list yourself." Completely oblivious to Abigail's attempt to engage with him, he shrugged it off. Having spent so much time with Grace and Hazel, he had grown accustomed to joking without any filters. He assumed all women were as hard to offend as his aunts. He had reconnected with Abigail after many years, and she thought he disliked her. So, she sat quietly, too afraid to speak. The ride was silent. James' focus was entirely on his new car. As it accelerated, he extended his hand out of the window toward the warm night breeze. His expression exuded carefree arrogance, typical of someone his age who lived life on their own terms. Bein