Chapter 87: Maria Fell Out With Paris

Maria lifted her chin. "It appears so." Between someone who had stood by her through thick and thin and a person who had done one thing and said another, she would believe the former. Paris exhaled in anger. "I cannot believe that you chose her over me." "I did not choose anyone, Paris," Maria retorted. "You know very well that she is my friend." The prince inhaled quietly and asked in a low whisper, "And what about me, Maria. What am I to you?" Maria broadened her gaze at the teal eyes glaring like a tiger ready to pounce. She knew she had to answer him quickly, but she couldn't. What was he to her? She had stopped thinking about that question. Weeks ago, she was very clear. He was the student president and her leader. Now, she hesitated. That answer didn't seem right. He wasn't just the president and her leader. Perhaps, he was also her master since she had become his personal maid. The answer stared at her face like a glarin