I Dream-Manipulated My Cold Crush To Win Him, But He Saw Through Me All Along Chapter 04

I Dream-Manipulated My Cold Crush To Win Him, But He Saw Through Me All Along Chapter 04

After that question mark, Grayson went completely silent, like his system had crashed.

I turned off my screen and looked at the jacket on my desk.

Solid black, biker style. Nice quality, too.

Up close, it carried a kind of cool, clean scent.

My roommate pushed the door open, and I casually asked if she knew Miles.

She laughed.

“Oh, he was all over the confession page during orientation, but everyone who shot their shot got shut down hard. My boyfriend’s in his department. He says Miles is always alone and has a creepy stare. Definitely not someone you can mess with.”

I tried to picture Miles’s face in my head.

Sure, he didn’t talk much. But creepy?

And even if he was, he’d still held that door for me today. He seemed genuinely nice.

My roommate looked at me like I’d grown a second head. “Wait, you’re actually asking about a guy who isn’t Grayson?”

Back when the semester started, our dorm had this running joke that Grayson was basically my plus-one, the tag-along boyfriend I’d dragged into college.

Everyone figured we’d end up married sooner or later.

And honestly, I used to believe it too.

But now? I could barely force a smile. “We’re not on the same page.”

She dropped the gossip and went straight for the kill. “So are you adding Miles on Instagram or what?”

I perked up instantly. “Yes! Send me his contact.”

She sent me his handle and said, “Fair warning, he never accepts random follow requests. Don’t get your hopes up.”

I hummed in acknowledgment, searched his username, and hit Follow.

Not even a second later I got the notification.

[Miles Richmond accepted your follow request.]

I blinked. What?

What happened to “never accepts random follow requests”?