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The Campus Belle's Ideal Type Is My Boyfriend

During an elective lecture, campus beauty Jemima Ford publicly outlines the specific traits of her perfect future husband. To the protagonist's shock, the description perfectly mirrors her boyfriend, Elijah Sanders. When their professor attempts to set the two up to prevent Elijah from moving abroad with a 'naive girl,' the protagonist is forced to reconcile her secret life. As her parents pressure her to stay and inherit the family empire, she must navigate this high-stakes romantic rivalry.
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Chapter 3

After saying that, I turned off my phone.

When I turned it back on the next day, dozens of missed calls from Elijah popped up. The flood of messages that poured in indicated how anxious he was.

"Ivy, listen to me. I didn't know about your argument with Jemima.

"I only peeled those grapes because Mom asked me to. I just did it since I was peeling some for myself. Don't get mad at me over something so small."

Something small?

My finger that was scrolling down paused, and I let out a scoff.

Throughout my relationship with Elijah, he had never done even such a small thing for me. For three years, I had always been the one chasing after him. Our relationship only progressed because of my efforts.

Now, I didn't want any of it anymore!

The moment I looked down, my phone rang again. This time, it was a video call.

With a light swipe, Elijah's flustered voice and face came through. "Ivy, didn't we agree to go abroad together? We've been together for so long. We're so used to having each other in our lives. How can we just…"

A shadow fell over me.

Elijah was holding his phone as he ran right up to me. My body was yanked forward with force. His warm breath brushed against my ear. It was strangely ticklish.

"Don't be mad, okay? It's all my fault," he said.

I didn't speak.

I had dated him for three years. So, I'd be lying if I said I didn't care in the slightest. But more than anything, I refused to put up with the unfair treatment I'd been shown.

Bitterness and resentment surged in my heart. Why should I let Jemima, an outsider, disrupt my life plans? She boldly declared her interest in my boyfriend and belittled me like I was nothing.

I should let her, as well as Hannah, have a taste of their own medicine.

Taking a deep breath, I reached out and hugged Elijah back. My fingers brushed over his lean waist as I forced a smile.

I proposed, "Elijah, move out and live on your own. Let's rent a place off-campus first. I need to know that you're really determined to be independent. If you can't even handle moving out of the dorm, how am I supposed to believe you can settle down abroad?"

The moment I said this, Elijah froze.

Then, he frowned hard with a troubled expression on his face. "That's not a very good idea, is it? Ivory, you know my mom's faculty housing is close to my dorm. I want to spend more time with her before we leave. Besides, I've promised to go shopping with her this Saturday…"

His hypocritical excuses disappointed me and made my blood run cold.

"Then, forget it. Let's cool off for a while," I said decisively.

Too tired to argue, I turned and walked away.

Elijah was left standing there. His expression soured, and he seemed a little frustrated.

For the next few days, the two of us behaved like a typical couple who were giving each other the silent treatment. He still waited downstairs at my dorm to deliver breakfast as usual. However, he did it with a long face.

Going about life in such a suffocating atmosphere drained most of my energy. But at the same time, I was secretly investigating Jemima.

After going through all her social media posts, I realized she hadn't gone abroad through our college's exchange program at all. She had paid to go overseas. And in her posts from a few years ago, there were even photos of her marriage certificate.

Her most recent post read, "My last relationship was a complete disaster. Thankfully, it's over now. There's no way an attractive woman like me can't find true love after returning home!"

I frowned hard for a moment before scoffing in exasperation.

No wonder Jemima rushed straight to matchmaking agencies after coming back. She wanted to prove that she still had the allure, even as a divorced woman!

The bitterness in my heart gradually faded, but it was replaced by boundless resentment.

If I remembered correctly, Jemima's blind dates were set for Saturday.

Saturday… What a coincidence! If I wasn't mistaken, the study abroad application deadline was also on that day. It seemed like everything was happening all at once.

A cold, bitter smile played on my lips.

I wanted to see if Hannah and Elijah could truly handle a woman like Jemima.

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