Taming the Bad Boy Was a Mistake Chapter 08

Taming the Bad Boy Was a Mistake Chapter 08 Eternal

“Got it, dummy.”

“And one more thing,” he paused, his eyes suddenly growing dark. “Don’t kiss me in public anymore.”

“Why? You’re still shy?”

Dylan leaned into my ear, his voice so low it made my legs weak. “Not shy. I can’t hold back out there.”

“Hold back from what?”

“From bending you over right here with everyone watching.”

Me: “…”

Pervert!

After the misunderstanding cleared up, Dylan completely let loose.

Within my rules, of course.

He stopped forcing the good-boy act and holding back his real self.

But he still went to the library with me. Still worked through problems seriously.

He just did it differently now.

“Did I get this right?” He tapped my hand with his pen cap in the library.

I glanced over. “Yeah.”

“Then where’s my reward?”

He tapped his cheek.

My eyes went wide. “We’re in the library!”

“Then how about the woods?”

“…Dylan!”

He grinned like a cat that’d gotten the cream. That roguish, handsome charm made girls around us keep turning their heads.

But I knew he was only mine.

The System turned into a full-time shipper, screaming in my head every day:

[Ahhh! Host, did you see the way he just looked at you? It was dripping with love!]

[So this is what it’s like to be spoiled by the ultimate bad boy? I’m so here for this!]

[I mean, that main system glitch really screwed us over, but hey-it all worked out in the end!]

Honestly, I was kind of grateful for that glitch too.

If I hadn’t thought he was sick of me, I might never have found our just how much this wild, untamable boy had changed himself-all for the sake of loving me.

The day finals ended.

Dylan was the first one to burst out of the exam hall.

Right at the school gate, in front of every parent and teacher watching, he scooped me up and spun,me around and around.

“Natalie! I’m free!”

Under the sunlight, he smiled wide and wild. Even though his hair hadn’t been dyed back to white, it was still so dazzling I couldn’t look away.

“How do you think you did?” I asked, laughing.

“No idea.” Dylan raised an eyebrow. “But I’ll definitely get into the same city as you.”

“That confident?”

“Of course.” He leaned in close and lowered his voice. “I’ve got to keep an eye on you. Can’t have some other ‘Simon’ popping up out of nowhere.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Just then, Simon walked over with his boyfriend-a tall, handsome athlete.

“Congratulations,” Simon said with a smile, handing over a bouquet.

Dylan took the flowers, casually tucked them into my arms, then wrapped his arm around my waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. He gave Simon a little chin lift. “Thanks, man.”

That look was pure victorious gloating.

Simon shook his head helplessly and said to his boyfriend, “See? I told you this guy is a jealous wreck.”

That evening, there was a class party.

Everyone had a bit to drink.

During truth or dare, Dylan lost.

Someone yelled: “Dylan! What’s your biggest regret ever?”

Everyone expected him to talk about his old fighting and skipping-class days.

Instead, Dylan swirled his cup and stared right at me across the room.

His eyes were impossibly soft.

“The thing I regret most…”

He let out a soft laugh. “Walking away that night under the streetlight.”

“If I could do it over, I would’ve thrown you over my shoulder, taken you home, and locked you up so you couldn’t go anywhere.”

The whole room erupted.

My face was so red it felt like it might bleed.

Under the table, he laced our fingers together and squeezed tight.

His palm was burning hot.

The System set off fireworks in my head:

[Congratulations, Host! Mission accomplished!]

[Love Meter locked: Eternal.]

I squeezed his hand back, and silently said in my heart:

Dylan, you don’t need to lock me up.

I willingly draw my own prison-as long as you’re inside it with me.

(The End)