I Slapped the Villain and Claimed I Was His Future Wife Chapter 07

I Slapped the Villain and Claimed I Was His Future Wife Chapter 07

I made up my mind.

I was going to make Luca fall in love with me.

The reader comments had been convincing me for a while. The last line finally got me: “Do you really want to keep looping senior year?”

That sealed it.

Once I decided, I started with the key points: the SAT and college applications.

According to the novel, Luca went to Palermo after senior year and began training to take his place as the Vescari heir.

I needed him to stay on the East Coast for college.

First, I had to make him like me so he’d actually listen.

With help from the reader comments, I learned exactly what Luca liked.

I brought him snacks every day.

Vanilla milk was essential. One bottle every day.

I used the four-figure transfer he’d given me, even though I hated spending it.

I always brought snacks right before the last study hall period in the afternoon.

That was when people got hungry and cravings hit.

After bringing snacks for a full week, I decided to take it further.

Luca was an excellent student.

I used that as an excuse to get him to tutor me.

I went to him with my books and questions, but he wouldn’t even look at me.

He lifted his eyelids lazily. “I’m busy.”

I looked at the game on his phone and rolled my eyes.

“Fine, I’ll ask someone else.”

Annoyed, I grabbed the vanilla milk I had just set on his desk and took it back.

Right in front of him, I stuck the straw in and started drinking.

I took the snacks too and stuffed them in my pocket.

The second I turned to leave, Luca grabbed my hand.

He reached into my blazer pocket, pulled the snacks out, and stared at the vanilla milk in my hand. “That’s mine.”

I took the straw out of my mouth. “It’s not finished. You can have it.”

Luca looked disgusted. “Who wants to drink something you’ve touched? Gross.”

I smiled, deliberately teasing him. “This is gross? In the future you swallow my spit all the time.”

Luca’s expression froze.

He snapped in embarrassment, “Ivy!”

I stopped bringing him snacks.

The reader comments called this push and pull.

For three straight days I didn’t go near him.

He only texted me on the first day: “Where are my snacks?”

I didn’t reply.

He didn’t ask again.

Every time I went to the bathroom between classes and passed his homeroom, I couldn’t help looking for him.

Through the windows and the crowd, our eyes met several times.

His gaze was always cold and distant.

Sometimes I had this strange feeling.

Like we had stared at each other like this countless times before.

Classroom, textbooks, blackboard, deep blue blazer, the storage cabinet by the window…

Those memory anchors felt incredibly clear.

Even with me in the hall and Luca in the classroom, we felt impossibly far apart.

Like two parallel lines that would never meet.

A deep sadness rose inside me for no reason I could understand.

“Ivy, stop spacing out. Luca is coming!”

“Quick, follow the plan and provoke him. He will definitely take the bait.”

I snapped out of it, quickly pulled out a worksheet, and asked the boy in front of me to explain it.

Luca walked past my classroom.

He immediately saw me leaning close to the boy in front.

I pretended to listen carefully, but I kept watching Luca from the corner of my eye.

After the explanation, I took out snacks as thanks.

I smiled and casually glanced out the window.

Sure enough, Luca’s expression had darkened.

It had been eight days since I last approached him.

I deliberately posted a few photos on my private account.

Caption:

“Thanks to so-and-so for helping me with the problems.”

“A certain classmate is really great, good-looking and kind.”

“I’m so sad. My grade ranking after the latest assessment is too low. It feels impossible to get into the same college as him.”

“So happy! A straight-A student agreed to study with me after school. I can ask him anything I don’t understand!”

Just like the reader comments predicted, Luca cared.

And that day, he finally came over.

After school, he came straight to my classroom.

He tossed his bag on the desk next to mine.

His expression was cold and arrogant. “I’ll tutor you.”