Chapter:
The moment Jay and Keifer stepped onto campus, it was chaos.
Keifer looked every bit the smug heir—business major, Watson Corp's future CEO, and now the hottest thing to hit university. Girls whispered, boys gave him nods, and Jay? Jay strutted beside him with her head high, the glow of "Mrs. Watson" still fresh and untouchable.
"Don't you dare let go of my hand," she whispered.
Keifer smirked, leaning down. "Relax, Jay. They'll all know you're mine before the first lecture ends."
Sure enough, when Section E spotted them, it turned into a scene. Yuri whistled obnoxiously, Bianca clapped like she was at a wedding, and the others started chanting "Mutyaaaa!" until Jay wanted to melt into the ground.
"Section E, shut up!" she hissed, red-faced.
Keifer only tightened his arm around her waist and whispered, "They're right, you know. You're glowing, Mrs. Watson."
Classes weren't boring either. Keifer dominated the business lectures, already charming professors with his sharp answers. Jay picked a major that let her write, argue, and outwit—Political Science with a minor in Literature—because, of course, she couldn't resist proving she was just as powerful in her own way.
The problem? Everywhere they went, Keifer couldn't keep his hands to himself.
In the library, he leaned over her shoulder, lips brushing her ear as he murmured, "You study too much, Jay. Let me distract you."
In the cafeteria, he kissed her cheek so loudly Section E groaned.
Even in the middle of campus, he'd pull her close just to murmur, "I like watching you get jealous when people stare."
Jay pretended to scold him, but she never actually pushed him away.
And the best part? Nights after their classes, they'd return to their Mansion—no parents, no rules. Just Jay and Keifer, building their own rhythm. He'd tease her about snoring, she'd steal his notes to prove she was the smarter one, and sometimes their study nights didn't end with books closed, but with him whispering "Jay…" like a promise.