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Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 129: Relentless Pursuit
The hallways of Weston High School were always buzzing with excitement, especially when Evander Walton made an appearance. It didn’t matter if he was simply walking to his locker or stepping into class—his presence alone sent ripples through the student body. The girls whispered amongst themselves, giggling behind their hands, while the boys either admired him or envied him.
Evander Walton was the epitome of perfection. Born into wealth, blessed with strikingly sharp features, and possessing an effortless intelligence that placed him at the top of his class, he was the golden boy of Weston High. To top it off, he excelled in every sport he tried his hand at, securing his reputation as the school’s ultimate heartthrob.
Lydia Morgan had fallen for him the moment she set eyes on him. She had always been considered one of the most beautiful girls in school, coming from an affluent background herself. With her long, glossy hair and confident smile, she was used to getting whatever she wanted. And what she wanted most was Evander Walton.
But Evander was different.
Unlike the other boys who craved for her attention, Evander remained uninterested, immune to her charm. He barely spared her a glance, treating her like she was no different from anyone else. It was infuriating, but at the same time, it only fueled Lydia’s determination.
She was relentless in her pursuit.
**
It was lunchtime, and Lydia spotted Evander sitting at the far end of the cafeteria, casually eating his meal while reading a book. Most of the other students were either talking in groups or busy gossiping, but Evander always seemed detached from the usual high school drama. His sharp jawline, the way he effortlessly leaned back, the slight furrow of his brows as he focused on the book—it was all so infuriatingly attractive.
Smirking, Lydia grabbed her tray and sauntered over to his table, ignoring the way some of the other girls shot her envious glances. She placed her tray down and sat directly across from him.
"Hey, Evander," she purred, tilting her head. "You know, you always sit alone. You should try sitting with me sometime."
Evander didn’t even bother looking up from his book. "I’m fine where I am."
Lydia’s smile didn’t falter. "Come on, don’t be like that. I was thinking—maybe we could go out this weekend? There’s a new movie playing. You can pick the time."
Finally, Evander lifted his gaze from the pages, his piercing eyes meeting hers with an unreadable expression. "I don’t like crowds." His tone was clipped, uninterested.
Lydia blinked, taken aback for a split second before she quickly recovered. "We don’t have to go somewhere crowded. We can do something else."
Evander shut his book, standing up without another word. "I’m not interested."
Without waiting for a response, he grabbed his tray and walked off, leaving Lydia sitting there with an untouched meal and an amused smirk playing on her lips.
"Evander Walton, you’re really something," she murmured under her breath.
**
If there was one person who was always by Lydia’s side, it was Cedric. Unlike Evander, Cedric was friendly, outgoing, and openly flirtatious. He was also one of Evander’s closest friends, and yet, Cedric harbored an obvious crush on Lydia.
Lydia sighed, watching Cedric effortlessly charm the people around him. He was easygoing, playful, and always knew what to say to make someone smile. Unlike Evander, who was as unreadable as ever.
For a brief moment, she wondered—wouldn’t it be easier if Evander were more like Cedric? If he flirted with her, teased her, made her heart race just because he wanted to, not because she had to work so hard for it?
But then again... where would the fun be in that?
Lydia smirked to herself. She had no complaints about chasing after Evander. It was frustrating, sure, but she kind of liked the challenge. She liked the stolen glances, the moments when she thought she had him figured out, only for him to throw her off again. It kept things interesting. And she wasn’t about to stop now.
Besides, Cedric’s presence wasn’t a bad thing. Who knew? Maybe he could be of some use. If he had feelings for her, then maybe... just maybe, she could use that to her advantage. Not in a cruel way, of course. Just a little push. A little jealousy never hurt anyone, right?
"Why do you keep chasing after Evander?" Cedric asked one day, leaning against the cafeteria table where Lydia sat. "He’s clearly not interested."
Lydia twirled a strand of hair around her finger, her eyes glinting with determination. "That’s what makes it exciting."
Cedric scoffed. "You could have anyone you want. Why chase after someone who doesn’t care?"
Lydia smirked. "Because one day, he will."
Cedric shook his head, laughing under his breath. "You’re unbelievable."
Lydia only smiled, unfazed. She wasn’t going to give up. Evander was the perfect man, and she had already decided—he would be hers, no matter what it took.
**
It became a daily routine.
No matter where Evander went, Lydia would find a way to "accidentally" bump into him. At his locker, before class, after practice—she was always there, trying to get his attention.
One afternoon, Evander stood at his locker, spinning the dial of the combination lock. As he pulled open the door, a familiar voice rang from beside him.
"Evander!" Lydia greeted brightly, leaning against the locker next to his. "I was thinking, maybe you could walk me home today?"
Evander exhaled sharply, barely sparing her a glance. "No."
She pouted. "You always say no."
"Because I’m not interested."
Lydia was unfazed. She simply flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled. "One day, Evander, you’ll say yes."
Evander didn’t respond. He simply grabbed his books, shut his locker, and walked away as if she wasn’t even there. But Lydia only chuckled to herself, watching him leave.
"You can ignore me all you want," she whispered, "but I’ll make sure you’re mine."
Most girls would have given up.
But Lydia Morgan wasn’t like most girls.
She had made up her mind.
She was going to have Evander Walton.
No matter what it took.







