The Crown Prince's Love
Chapter 61

Noah burst into laughter, jumping to his feet. "What did you just say?" he exclaimed amid his amusement. "Randy, you publicly humiliated Desmond by calling him names, hoping to gain Ana's favor. You can't simply fix all that, considering all the harm you've caused him. You two are sworn enemies, as I've told you. There is no way you would just wake up one day and then suddenly try to be different to the extent of talking to Desmond again." "Really?" I rose from the bed, feeling the weight of fate's peculiar twist.

How was I supposed to fall for someone who despised me so intensely?

As Noah explained, I'd made Desmond's life unbearable, fueling his hatred towards me.

"Just watch out for him because he's sworn to make this semester hell for you," Noah muttered before heading toward the door. "I'll see you later tonight at the party for the semester opening. You're invited." "A party?" I asked, surprised.

He nodded.

I smiled, relieved that at least some things hadn't changed about Noah, he remained the party goer and playboy.

"I don't think I'll be up for a party," I replied.

Noah frowned, shaking his head. "Don't talk like that. You're always the life of the party. I'll make sure you attend."

I rolled my eyes and flopped back onto the bed. "See you later tonight, dear brother," he said, winking before leaving the room.

Alone, I gazed at the diamond chandelier in the room's center, then placed my hand over my chest, where the moon necklace used to rest.

It had vanished when I reset Desmond's destiny.

"Desmond," I murmured, a lone tear escaping. "I wonder how you're doing. I miss you."

Thoughts whirled in my mind, pondering if there was any chance for us now that we were enemies.

As I dwelled on these thoughts, the door suddenly burst open, and assuming it was Noah, I mockingly quipped, "Back to talk about Desmond again?" A thud interrupted me. "So now you are talking about me with others?"

My eyes widened.

It wasn't Noah but Desmond standing at the room's entrance.

I sat up, meeting his intense gaze. "D... Desmond."

"You've got to be kidding me," he muttered.

**\-Desmond-**

I scowled as I locked eyes with him, a mischievous grin creeping onto my face, fully aware that he'd stumbled into my trap unknowingly.

"Well, well, what a delightful surprise to replace myself in your room," I muttered, a hint of sarcasm lacing my words.

Dragging my luggage inside, I scanned the room.

Just as I'd hoped, there was only one bed, a perfect element for my vengeance.

Randy stuttered, his gaze fixed on me with an unfamiliar mix of emotions.

Was it regret? For everything he'd put me through?

I couldn't quite decipher it.

"I'm rather surprised to replace myself here. It's not where I should be," I remarked, strolling into the bathroom and turning on the shower.

The gushing water brought a satisfying smile to my lips, unlike the shared arrangements back in the blue dormitory.

"Why are you here?" he blurted out as I returned to the room. "You shouldn't be here. I need to know why you've suddenly shown up."

I shrugged, heading back to my luggage near the entrance, and began unpacking.

"Desmond, I'm asking you something!" he bellowed.

Turning to him, I chuckled. "You called my name?"

He furrowed his brow, feigning ignorance despite his countless derogatory remarks towards me. "Aren't you Desmond?"

Amused, I tutted. "Did you knock your head and forget your usual comments about me, or have you conveniently misplaced crucial details?" "Desmond, I just asked why you're in my room?" he asked.

"Well, I'll answer you because I'm not up for an argument. There's a shortage of rooms in the blue dorm, and I was placed in your room. Frankly, I had no idea it was yours." However, I knew. I intentionally chose this room to ensure Randy faced the consequences of mistreating me for years.

Being his roommate was my means of getting back at him.

"You're my roommate?"

"I don't repeat myself, and you know it. I'm here because I have no choice. Did you truly believe I came here willingly? That I wanted to share a room with you?" I snapped. Randy cleared his throat, rising from the bed. "I'm just surprised to see you here. I never expected...

His unexpected calmness puzzled me. I anticipated anger and luggage being thrown, but he smiled instead. "I'd love to share a room with you. I don't mind if we have to..." Raising an eyebrow, I attempted to read his intentions, but he sounded genuinely concerned.

Why the sudden change?

I'd noticed this behavior when I first saw him at the car garage, calling my name and acting friendly out of the blue.

"Are you sure you don't mind sharing a room with me?" I asked.

Rushing to his bed, I pushed him away and sprawled across it. "You won't mind me taking your bed and you sleeping on the floor, right?"

"..." Confusion clouded his eyes.

He hesitated, and I grinned wickedly, ensuring he'd stick to that decision. It was the beginning, I was ready to make his life a living hell. "You claim you don't mind me being here, so why act so indifferent?"

"Desmond... I am..."

I chuckled. "If you don't want me on your bed, we could just sleep on it together. That way, we wouldn't have to worry about anything." "Of course," he chuckled nervously. "I mean, I've said that to you before. It's just... strange to hear you say it again." "You've said that to me before?" I eyed him suspiciously. "We've never had such conversations. When did we talk about this?" Randy headed to the bathroom. "Don't worry, you won't remember, but I do. I hope someday you'll see I'm not your enemy."

"I don't care," I replied bluntly. "Expect the worst from me. You and I are destined to be enemies, and now, the battle lines are drawn!"