Colton glanced over at Eliza. From the moment she’d come out of the kitchen, she hadn’t stopped moving. “I’m looking at takeout options. Aren’t you guys hungry?” It was already noon, and Eliza was starving. Colton raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were cooking when you went into the kitchen.” “Are you kidding? It’s a new place. Where would the groceries come from? I just went in to check if the gas stove was safe and if the microwave works. For food, obviously we’re ordering in.” Besides, there were so many people here. If she cooked by herself, it would kill her. She placed her phone in front of everyone and asked, “So… what do you guys want to eat?” Everyone fell silent. That evening, Henry had already picked out which room he wanted. Colton and Lewis shared one room. Nolan, who had a long-standing habit of not sleeping in the same room as other guys, chose to sleep in the living room. Eliza had a few drinks and was now slumped on the couch, looking drowsy. Nolan shook his head with a sigh. “Eliza, wake up.” He tried to nudge her awake. But Eliza didn’t budge. “Just carry her back to bed. It’s cold out here. She’ll catch a chill.” Henry had stepped out of his room. Lewis and Colton had already gone to sleep. Only a dim table lamp lit the living room. Nolan draped a blanket over Eliza, then gently scooped her into his arms. Henry leaned against the wall. This was the first time he’d ever seen Nolan show this much care for a girl. “Nolan.” Henry’s eyes lifted slightly, his tone neutral and distant. “Do you like Elizze?” He’d wanted to ask that question for a long time. But Nolan had always been aloof, never giving straight answers to anything even remotely childish. This time, however, Nolan quietly responded with one word. “Yes.” Henry’s brows knitted together. Eliza shifted in Nolan’s arms. Maybe their conversation had stirred her awake. She blinked sleepily. “What’s going on? Everyone already went to bed?” “I’m taking you to bed now.” Nolan’s voice was low and steady as he carried her into the bedroom. Henry watched them disappear and fell into deep thought. Half a month later, SAT results were finally released. Eliza had broken the 700 mark, scoring 723.That score held up strong even city-wide. When she saw the result, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least she’d passed the academic hurdle. Ding ding— Her phone lit up with a call. It was an unfamiliar number. Eliza hesitated, but eventually picked up. A calm voice came through the speaker. “Ms. Rivers, do you have a moment? I’m downstairs at your building.” It was Tyson. Eliza stepped over to the window, and sure enough, Tyson was leaning against a black car outside, looking up at her. How does he know where I live? Her brows furrowed. “Mr. Tyson, can I say no?” “Either you come down, or I come up.”“Then come up.” She hung up. After all, it was Tyson who had introduced her to Cassius and helped her win that study abroad opportunity. Meeting him was no big deal. Eliza sat on the couch and waited for Tyson. Before long, there was a knock at the door. Tyson entered and immediately began surveying the apartment. His eyes lingered on Nolan’s slippers, his jacket on the rack, and the familiar water cup on the table. “Nolan’s been staying here?” “Not really. Just a couple nights. Why?” Eliza poured him a glass of water. Tyson didn’t take it. She noticed the subtle look of distaste in his eyes. So he’s like Nolan—got a cleanliness thing. “Sorry, my place is kind of small.”Compared to Tyson’s home, it was more than just “kind of” small. He sat back on the couch with a warm smile. “It’s fine. Small but cozy. It’s nice.” Eliza took a seat in a nearby chair. “So, Mr. Tyson, what brings you here today?” “Your test results are out?” “Yeah.” “Your score passed Claire University’s minimum.” “You looked up my score?” “Well, I’m technically Nolan’s guardian. When I checked his, I happened to see yours as well.” Eliza frowned. “Mr. Tyson, you’re not my guardian. You don’t have the right to look into my results.”