The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1855

Roger sat with effortless grace in the front row, his long, elegant fingers resting casually on the desk.

His eyes—so strikingly similar to Charlotte's—were fixed unblinkingly on Stella, swirling with a depth like the endless ocean.

Stella bit her lip, struggling under the suffocating weight of his presence.

She just wanted to run.

"Werent you trying to do a good deed?"

He tapped his knuckles against the desk. The rhythmic thud echoed sharply through the cavernous lecture hall.

Paired with his perpetually icy, expressionless face, the temperature in the room felt like it plummeted several degrees.

Frowning, Stella hugged the items tightly and stepped forward, gently setting the stack on the table.

She then stood dutifully to the side.

With her hands clasped behind her back and her lips sealed tight, she looked exactly like a student waiting to be reprimanded.

Stella snuck another peek at him, her classmate's comment about him being a high school principal echoing in her mind. Her feelings were thoroughly mixed.

"Do you have a pen?"

He asked, his voice low and his gaze never leaving her face.

"Yes."

Stella nodded, pulling a fountain pen from her bag and handing it to him with both hands.

A fountain pen?

Roger paused slightly, twirling it between his fingertips.

It was a matte black, slender metal pen—perfectly suited for a girl's grip.

He hadn't expected to find someone in this day and age who preferred fountain pens just as much as he did.

"Separate the photos and throw the rest in the trash."

Picking up one of the pictures, he swept the nib across the glossy surface, signing his name in bold, razor-sharp strokes. It was gorgeous handwriting.

Hearing his demand, Stella froze, making no move to comply.

Throw the rest away?

The love letters?

"Is there a problem?" Seeing her lack of reaction, he paused his writing and looked up at her.

She was dressed conservatively, her silky hair cascading over her shoulders. Under the fluorescent lights, her luminous skin was so translucent that he could practically trace the faint blue veins beneath the surface.

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