Chapter 39 Chapter 39
“Oh, Carol!” Tania gasped. “He's coming over! He's looking at us!”
“Oh no, no, no... I can't take this! Tell me, am I crazy or is that hottie looking at us?!”
Caroline remained silent.
She looked at her friend's enthusiasm and was speechless. Tania was known for being easily charmed by handsome faces—the kind of girl who would whistle at attractive men on the street—but Caroline had never seen her so beside herself.
And she wasn't the only one.
The girls around them screamed, covered their faces, some even jumped with excitement.
“He's coming this way!”
“Oh my God, is he going to talk to us?!”
“Ahhh! He's too perfect!”
“He doesn't look like a student... he looks so mature!”
The appearance of that man completely changed the atmosphere in the women's dormitory.
The only person who seemed calm was Caroline.
But only on the outside.
Inside, her heart was racing.
The moment she saw Nicholas Wolf approaching, she gasped.
What is he doing here?!
Shouldn't he be at work?
It was surreal to see him there—in broad daylight—standing in front of the women's dormitory.
She stood there, completely stunned, as Nicholas Wolf approached. The distance between them decreased with each step.
“Oh, Carol, he's coming. I'm so nervous!” Tania whispered, agitated. “Should we say hi first? But... what do we say?”
Caroline remained silent.
She was thinking about the same thing — should she greet him first? Or pretend she didn't know him? But if she did that, he would surely be furious.
Before she could decide, a shadow fell over her.
She looked up—and found herself face to face with Nicholas's perfect features.
His dark, cold eyes studied her for a few seconds before he raised his hand and held her face firmly.
His voice was low, deep, and laced with a dangerous edge of anger.
“What happened here? Are you hurt?”
“I...” Caroline tried to answer, but didn't have time.
His gaze grew even colder.
He took her hand and said sharply,
“You're hurt here too.”
An icy shadow seemed to envelop the air.
When he spoke again, his low voice was colder than before.
“Who did this to you?”
His presence was overwhelming.
It seemed as if each word weighed a ton, and everyone around him recoiled in fear.
Even the girls who had been screaming a moment ago fell silent in the face of his commanding aura.
Caroline felt her heart race—and also a slight chill.
She bit her lip and replied softly:
“I'm fine... just minor injuries.”
Nicholas narrowed his eyes and gave her a stern look.
Before she could react, he picked her up in his arms—easily, as if she weighed nothing.
A collective murmur echoed.
“What? That man is carrying Caroline?!”
“Is he her new boyfriend?”
“So Edward didn't send those guys... it was this man?!”
“My God, and they say she cheated on Edward... could it have been with him? Look at this guy, he's so much more handsome!”
The noise of the conversations grew louder.
Tania stood frozen, her gaze alternating between Caroline and Nicholas.
“Honey... what's going on here?!” she whispered, completely lost.
Caroline's face was on fire.
Being carried in his arms, there, in front of everyone... it was humiliating and, at the same time, inexplicably embarrassing.
She tried to struggle, but his grip only tightened.
“Don't move,” said Nicholas, his voice low, almost a threatening whisper. “Or I'll kiss you right here, in front of everyone.”
Caroline froze.
The audience watched, mesmerized.
The man they all thought was cold and unapproachable now held her as if the whole world didn't exist.
She tapped his chest lightly, her face burning. “Let me go, Nicholas Wolf! Everyone is looking. What do you think you're doing?”
“So what if they're looking?” he replied with a restrained smile. “You're my wife. If I don't carry you, who else would I carry?”
“But... I can walk on my own,” she murmured, blushing even more.
For some reason, whenever she was with him, Caroline's heart raced and her face burned.
And as the conversations and whispers spread around them, Nicholas simply held her tightly—as if nothing else mattered.
Soraya and Kate were still being held by the bodyguards, completely incredulous at the scene before them. But as the shock wore off, a look of pure jealousy and hatred took over their faces.
They had thought it was Edward who had brought those men — but now it was clear: it wasn't him.
The men in black, with their military posture and impassive faces, were there because of him — the man with the imposing presence who now carried Caroline Ford in his arms.
No one knew who he was, but one look was enough to realize: he was someone powerful.
The kind of person used to giving orders, not obeying them.
The aura he exuded was so cold and domineering that everyone around him instinctively backed away.
Soraya watched him closely.
That's when she noticed the watch on his wrist—and the blood rushed to her head.
It was a very rare model, the same one she had seen at a luxury exhibition some time ago.
A limited edition watch, valued at over five million yuan, and only three existed in the entire world.
Edward could never have something like that.
So... was this man even more influential than Edward Collins?
But who was he? Why had she never seen him before?
What Soraya didn't know was that Nicholas Wolf had spent most of his life abroad and had only recently returned.
Extremely reserved, he rarely appeared at public events and hated exposure.
As a result, few in São Paulo even knew of his existence—or the power he wielded.
But none of that mattered to Soraya now.
Envy was eating away at her inside.
How could a woman like Caroline attract such incredible men?
First Edward—and now this man, who made Edward look like a mere amateur!
“Bitch,” she thought, her fists clenched.
“All the men in the world fall at her feet... Why can't this woman just disappear?”
When she shot another hateful glance at Caroline, fate dealt her a blow.
Nicholas Wolf turned and looked directly at her.
That icy stare pierced her like a blade.
Soraya felt the blood drain from her face.
It was as if death itself had stared her in the face.
Her body trembled, her knees buckled. He didn't need to say a word—it was enough to stare at her for a few seconds before looking away.
But for Soraya, those seconds felt like an eternity in hell.
Cold sweat ran down her forehead.
She could barely breathe.
Then Nicholas calmly turned to Tania, who was still paralyzed by everything that had happened. “Are you Carol's friend?” he asked, his voice low but full of authority.
“Huh? Uh... I am,” Tania replied, blinking, stunned.
He nodded slightly, and a small smile curved his lips.
"Carol is hurt. I'm taking her to the hospital to be examined. She can come back later, but if she's late, please help her justify her absence.“
”O-okay... okay," Tania replied, stammering.
She, who had always been outgoing and carefree, could now barely form words in front of this man of cold beauty and dangerous elegance.