Despite Sierra saying a great deal, all he responded with was, "Hi there." This was not how she had expected things to unfold at all.
She looked at him, wearing the sweetest smile she could manage, and said, "My name is Sierra Yard. Now that I have told you my name, shouldn't you tell me yours too?"
Perhaps it was because Sierra was being too persistent, or perhaps it was for some other reason, the young man finally lowered his head, his gaze settling on Sierra.
He parted his lips and was about to say something, but a voice suddenly interrupted him.
"Johan!"
A gentle female voice came from behind. At the same time, she noticed that the smile on his face had changed. It was warm and sincere right then, so much so that anyone who saw him could tell that he was happy from the bottom of his heart.
At that instant, Sierra finally realized that the smile he had on earlier was nothing but a wonderful mask.
Hidden beneath the mirth of a smile was his handsome but emotionless face.
Sierra couldn't help but want to know what kind of person could change his smile into such a pleasant and attractive one in an instant.
Turning around, Sierra gazed at a girl in a white dress. She was standing not too far behind her and was waving at him.
The girl in question was young and beautiful. Physique wise, she was tall and slender, and her long hair fluttering in the breeze. Under the autumn sunshine, she was truly a sight to behold.
At that moment, Sierra felt that a gust of wind blew past her. She took a careful look and realized that the young man was already running over toward that girl.
He went to her side and hurriedly helped her with the luggage that she was holding in her hand. He even tucked the girl's hair behind her ear with affection.
They were quite a distance away from Sierra so she couldn't hear what he was saying to the girl. However, she could notice his unconcealed care for the girl through the look in his eyes.
She could also see the adoration and affection unveiling in the girl's eyes when she looked at him.
They were both good- looking, enhancing the gorgeous scenery of the campus. They looked good together, but all the same, Sierra found them an eyesore.
Alas, it turned out that he was taken.
Since he already had a girlfriend, why the heck was he there to welcome the freshmen?
Didn't he know that this school had an unwritten rule that on the first day of class, seniors weren't supposed to come out here, unless they had ulterior motives.
But then again, it was not wrong for him to be there. He had indeed come with an intention. That girl was the reason why he was there.
What a waste of her time and efforts! Sierra thought.
She retrieved her gaze and was about to turn around. However, when she did so, she was met with a magnified face. Stunned, she took a step back.
The bodyguards who were following closely behind her immediately stepped forward and stood between her and the man. "Hey lad, what are you doing?"
"We're at a university so why the panic?" Sierra stopped her bodyguard and ordered, "You guys can go back first. I'll handle my luggage and go to the dormitory on my own."
"Miss Sierra..." The bodyguards wanted to speak, but Sierra raised her eyebrows and looked at them with displeasure. She continued, "Grandpa asked you guys to send me to school, not to breathe down my neck. Do you understand me?"
"Miss Sierra, this man..." The two bodyguards worked for Maxwell. They knew how much the old man adored Sierra. If they did not see Sierra off to the dormitory personally, how would they explain themselves to Maxwell later on?
Sierra continued, "You guys are not leaving, huh?"
One of the bodyguards answered, "Old Master ordered us to send you to your dormitory."
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