The Crown Prince's Love
Chapter 60

During the car ride to the academy, silence hung heavy.

Even as Ana attempted conversation, I ignored her.

Upon arrival, as we stepped out of the van with our luggage, Ana rushed to me and intertwined her hand with mine. "We both made it to the red dormitory this semester!" she squealed.

The fiery red dormitory, its sight made me realize I wasn't in the blue dorm anymore.

While surveying the surroundings, a blue Ferrari suddenly appeared out of nowhere and sped towards me.

Noah and Sonnia screamed for me to move, but I stood frozen, my gaze fixed on the driver, Desmond.

"Randy!" Ana's voice echoed as she vanished from my sight.

Everyone called my name, urging me to move, yet I remained rooted until the car screeched to a halt just an inch away from hitting me. Desmond stepped out of the car, walking toward its front.

I smiled at him, struck by how much he had changed.

His eyes were no longer different colors, and his hair was dyed a dark green.

"Oh, my baby," Desmond kissed the car, even going as far as hugging it. "You're fine."

I chuckled, replaceing his actions amusing.

Upon hearing my laugh, he turned to glare at me. "What are you laughing at, douchebag prince?"

"Douchebag prince?" I frowned, searching around to see if he addressed someone else, but he pointed directly at me.

"Yes, you, prince," he sneered. "I truly wished the car would hit your leg so you couldn't walk forever!"

Ana shouted at him, stepping forward.

"Mind what you say, Desmond!"

"Okay, miss," he scoffed, edging closer to me, and whispering in my ear. "Have fun with her while it lasts." He walked away, purposefully jabbing me in the shoulder. I watched him leave, sensing a different aura, one filled with anger, unlike his once pure essence.

"Desmond..." I murmured, hoping he'd return, but he didn't.

It dawned on me that Desmond had become a completely different person. I had successfully reset his destiny, but what had it cost?

"Desmond and you have been sworn enemies since high school," Noah explained.

"Enemies?" I couldn't believe it. "How are we enemies? I thought we were friends."

Noah chuckled as we entered the red dormitory. I scanned the lobby for Hilda, but another man greeted me. "Welcome, Your Highness," he bowed. "Thank you, Michael," I replied, glancing at his name tag. Inside the elevator with Noah, Sonnia, and Ana, I continued, "So, Desmond and I are enemies?" "What's your obsession with Desmond?" Noah's arms folded as he questioned me.

"You warned us never to talk about him, and now you're bringing him up. What's going on, dear brother? Have you hit your head or something? This isn't like you."

I furrowed my brow and scratched the back of my head, attempting to conjure up a plausible explanation. "I... I just want to understand why I had so much animosity towards him."

As the elevator doors opened, Sonnia cleared her throat, stepping out with us. "It's because of Ana. You two were at odds because of her. Both of you liked her, and that's what drove a wedge between you." I glanced at Ana, feeling a deep sigh escape me. Once again, everything seemed to revolve around her.

Her involvement had initially caused the problem between Desmond and me, and now, it seemed history was repeating itself.

"I..." Rubbing my hands together, I paused as we stopped in front of a room marked five, mirroring the layout of the previous room in the blue dormitory. "This is my..."

Noah sighed, running a hand over his forehead before nodding. "Of course. This is your room." He placed the keycard on the handle, unlocking the door. "Welcome to your room," he announced as we entered.

I breathed out a sigh, scanning the room with a smile as memories of time spent with Desmond flooded back. The room seemed unchanged, except for the solitary bed, a space seemingly tailored just for me.

"Your room is so spacious," Sonnia remarked. "Being the Crown prince comes with perks," she chuckled, gesturing at the difference in accommodations. "You get your room while we have to share," she nodded towards Ana. "We should go set up our room."

"But I want to stay with Randy," Ana whined.

I glanced at her, recalling her past actions that had driven a wedge between Desmond and me. Witnessing her display of a needy side was unexpected, she'd always presented herself as flawless, and now she was deliberately pushing my buttons.

"I don't want you here," I stated firmly, heading towards the bed and flopping down. "I want to be alone in this room without any disturbances."

Ana sighed and stamped her foot like a frustrated child. "We have to go," Sonnia said to her, taking her hand and ushering her out.

Once they left, Noah approached and lay down on the bed.

"You've never treated Ana like that. Is everything okay between you two?" He inquired. "I mean you two are usually inseparable, but you are acting somehow towards her."

I glanced at him, recalling how he'd reacted upon discovering the audio of Desmond and me confessing our love. His lack of support then bothered me.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Noah frowned. "You've been acting odd since you woke up. You barely talk to Ana, and now you're asking about Desmond, whom you used to despise. It's like something awakened in you."

I scratched my head, realizing that explaining the truth to him wouldn't help. According to Phantom, only I would remember Desmond. Telling them about him was a waste of time. They were never going to remember him. "I've come to realize that fighting with Desmond isn't fitting for a crown prince," I attempted to explain.