David and Vicky went to get food for Sara and Sweety.
Sara watched David walk away. Sweety glanced at her but stayed quiet.
Thinking about the kiss in the pit, Sara softly touched her lips. Sweety noticed and was stunned. 'Wait. Did Mr. Handsome kiss Sara? Let's see when she finally opens up,' she thought.
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At the food stall, David and Vicky scanned the options.
"Okay, you get food for Sweety. I'll take Sara's," David said.
Vicky nodded. They carried the plates back to the girls.
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Sweety was about to ask Sara something when David and Vicky returned with the food.
Vicky handed his plate to Sweety. David set his plate down for Sara. "Can you eat? Or do you want me to feed you?" David asked.
Sara froze. She looked at Sweety and Vicky - both had their mouths open in shock.
"It's okay, Professor. My head is hurt, not my hands," Sara said awkwardly.
David glared at both of them. "What? Can't you see she's hurt? Sweety, you should be the one helping her eat. Don't you think?" he snapped, his eyes on Sweety.
"Yeah, Sara. Do you want me to feed you?" Sweety asked.
"No need. My hands are fine," Sara replied immediately, picking up her food.
"See? She's alright, Mr. Handsome," She teased.
"Why do you always call me Mr. Handsome?" David asked.
"Because you are handsome," She replied with a grin.
At that, Sara suddenly spat out her food. She glared at Sweety. Vicky looked stunned. David watched Sara's reaction closely and smiled.
"Am I really that handsome?" David asked Sweety, but his eyes stayed on Sara.
"Yes, you are. You know, Mr. Handsome, when you came to our college on the first day, I fell for you at first sight," She said shyly.
Vicky and Sara both felt their stomachs twist.
"That's enough. Why are you talking so much?" Vicky said sharply to Sweety.
"Mr. Senior, it's not about you. It's about Mr. Handsome," She shot back.
"Enough, guys. The food will get cold if you keep talking like this," Sara snapped.
Everyone started eating. David looked at Sara and smiled to himself. 'Still jealous of me. My Jealousy Queen,' he thought.
"Sara, when you reached that old house, didn't your tracker buzz?" Vicky asked.
Sara shook her head. "Nope. It didn't buzz. That's why I went near the house."
"How is that possible? Everyone's tracker buzzed near that place except yours," Sweety said.
"I don't know," Sara replied, staring at her tracker.
"Give it to me," David said.
Sara removed the watch from her wrist and handed it to him. David pressed the side button. It was off. His right eyebrow raised.
"It's not working," he said, showing them the screen.
"What?" Vicky and Sweety yelled together.
"Calm down, guys," Sara said, looking at them.
"Didn't you check it before wearing it?" David asked her.
Sara shook her head. "No. Because Mr. Jake said it was already quality-checked."
"Wait... who checked the quality?" Sweety asked.
"Ms. Stella. Why?" Vicky replied, looking at She.
"What? Ms. Witch?" Sweety gasped.
"Ms. Stella, not Ms. Witch," Vicky corrected. Then he paused. "Wait. Stella is Ms. Witch? What do you mean?"
David's eyes filled with fury, but his face was anxious. Sara looked at him. "It's okay, guys. I'm completely fine now. Let's talk about it later," she said.
"So Ms. Stella is Ms. Witch," David said, still angry because of what Stella did to Sara.
Sweety nodded. "Be careful around her. Don't let her take advantage of you," she advised him.
"I don't like her. She always talks to me first, no matter how much I avoid her," David said, annoyed.
Sara's heart felt happy, but she kept her face blank.
Sweety smiled too. She looked at David. "That's good."
Vicky glared at her. Sweety started eating quietly.
David glanced at Sara. She was eating silently.
Later, Sweety eyed David's plate. "Mr. Handsome, why isn't there any walnut cake on your plate? Take some of mine," she said, offering a piece.
"He's allergic to walnuts," Sara blurted out.
Vicky stared at Sara. "How did she know?"
Vicky looked up, thinking hard.
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Earlier, at the food stall, David had added walnut cake to one of his plate.
"What? Sara doesn't like this cake?" Vicky had asked, looking at the plate in David's hands.
"No. It's for Sara, not me. I don't like walnut... I'm allergic to it," David had said with a smile.
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Back in the present, Sweety turned to Sara. "How did you know he's allergic to walnuts?"
Sara froze. 'Did I just say that out loud? Oh God. Please save me from this girl,' she thought.