Chapter 102

The graduation ceremony was packed with people as the university administrators delivered speeches on stage.

Emily Smith hastily pulled on her graduation gown. Daniel Chen helped her slip in quietly, taking seats at the very edge of their class section.

The School of Foreign Languages always had more female students. Out of thirty classmates, only six were male. When Daniel escorted Emily to her seat, curious glances immediately followed.

As a well-known radio host, Daniel naturally stood out with his refined demeanor. Today, his tailored shirt and dress pants only accentuated his elegance. Soon, whispers spread as some students recognized him.

Emily appeared focused on the stage, but her mind was filled with thoughts of William Johnson. She remained oblivious to the murmurs and stares around her.

It wasn’t until a classmate nudged her shoulder, reminding her it was time to receive the tassel-turning ritual, that she snapped back to reality.

With Daniel’s support, she walked slowly toward the podium. As she turned to stand in place, her gaze inadvertently swept over the dimly lit back rows of the auditorium—

Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of a familiar figure.

Though she couldn’t make out his face, she was absolutely certain it was William.

Suppressing the surge of emotions, she calmly completed the tassel ceremony. But once back in her seat, she felt an intense gaze burning into her, as if piercing through her.

"Senior, I need to use the restroom," she suddenly stood up.

"I’ll go with you," Daniel immediately offered.

Emily shook her head politely. "It’s just outside. I can manage."

"Let a classmate accompany you," Daniel turned to the girl beside them.

The girl agreed readily. As she helped Emily walk out, she couldn’t resist gossiping. "That handsome guy is your boyfriend, right? He’s so good to you."

"He’s not—"

Before she could finish, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist. The world spun as she was hoisted over a shoulder.

The girl froze in shock. The man who had appeared out of nowhere exuded an overpowering aura—his striking, aristocratic features radiating an almost suffocating dominance.

Amid the jostling, Emily caught the familiar scent of cold cologne and instantly knew who was carrying her.

"William Johnson! Put me down!" She pounded his back.

In seconds, they reached a Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance. Sam swiftly opened the door. William roughly shoved her into the backseat before climbing in after her.

"Drive."

As the partition slowly rose, the car became a sealed space.