Chapter 4

Back at the dorm, I made a cup of instant noodles and sat down at my setup to train.

I played until my eyes stung, finally shutting down the computer.

That’s when my phone buzzed with a notification.

Damian had posted on Facebook:

"You’re amazing. Making me hangover soup after I had too much to drink."

The attached photo showed Evelyn in the kitchen, wearing an apron and illuminated by warm lighting. It was a cozy, intimate scene.

So, Evelyn was capable of cooking for someone. Just not for me.

I laughed bitterly and commented: "Your girlfriend is so thoughtful. Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness."

Then I blocked both Damian and Evelyn.

Minutes later, an unknown number called.

Evelyn’s voice came through the line. "Logan, what was that comment supposed to mean?"

"Do you have to make everyone miserable to feel satisfied? Apologize to Damian right now, or don’t bother trying to see me this week!"

I chuckled softly. "Don’t worry. I won’t be bothering you again."

I hung up and didn’t answer when she called back.

The days that followed were quiet. I immersed myself in training and started getting used to life without her.

That was, until the team meeting.

Evelyn appeared at the doorway, dressed in a white dress that contrasted sharply with her long black hair.

She looked stunning, just like the first time we met—though even then, she’d come to the base looking for Damian.

I let out a low laugh and walked past her into the meeting room without a word.

She hesitated, then followed me inside.

"Logan, how long do you plan to keep this up?" she asked, irritation creeping into her voice. "You’ve been avoiding me for days, and you blocked me. What do you want?"

Damian and the other teammates glanced over, clearly intrigued.

I met their stares briefly before answering, "Evelyn, we’ve broken up."

She stared at me in disbelief. "You’re serious? Just because fans are shipping me and Damian?"

Her tone carried a note of blame. "When did you become so unreasonable, Logan?"

"You know that’s just a joke. Damian and I are just friends. Can you stop misinterpreting things?"

Damian’s expression shifted into something more complicated, tinged with jealousy.

But I didn’t care anymore.

I smiled faintly. "You’ll never understand the real problem."

"Then tell me! What’s the issue? Are you really going to let your pettiness ruin this?" Evelyn demanded, staring me down.

I didn’t reply. As the team leader and others entered, I took a seat and waited for the meeting to begin.

Evelyn looked like she wanted to argue further but held back, choosing to wait until after the meeting.