I, the Villain, Want to Save Myself, But the Yandere Heroines Disagree

Chapter 65 - A Woman Whos Hard to Read

A few more days passed, and the Student Council’s recruitment efforts were gradually completed. All departments had begun their respective work.

On this particular day, Orson sat in his office, reviewing documents.

Although the Student Council wasn’t an administrative body and didn’t have an overwhelming amount of paperwork, there were still some files that required the president’s personal approval.

At that moment, the office door opened.

Without looking up, Orson said, “Classmate, do you need something?”

He assumed it was a regular member of the Student Council.

Standing at the door, Olivia thought for a moment, then closed the door behind her. She clasped her hands behind her back and quietly walked up behind Orson.

As a light fragrance wafted through the air, Orson felt a pair of hands cover his eyes.

“Guess who?~” Olivia said playfully from behind him.

“Stop fooling around, Olivia. I’m working,” Orson replied. How could he not recognize Olivia’s voice?

“Boring. Orson, you’re no fun at all,” Olivia said, releasing her hands from his eyes. She pulled over a chair, sat beside him, and rested her chin in her hand, watching him work.

“Are these documents troublesome?” Olivia asked, looking at Orson.

“Not too troublesome,” Orson replied, shaking his head. “It’s just that a lot of tasks piled up at the start of the semester. This is the last batch. Once these are done, I’ll be free.”

“I see.” Olivia nodded. “I just finished my own tasks. Want me to help?”

“That... probably isn’t necessary. If you’ve finished your work, you should take a break.”

“No way. We’re a team in the Student Council, and we should help each other out. Isn’t that what you said during the meeting?” Olivia reminded him, taking a few documents and starting to read through them.

Most of the files were requests from various student clubs asking for increased funding. Orson had consistently denied such requests.

“Take this club, for example. It’s called the ‘Go-Home Club.’” Orson handed a document to Olivia. “They’re just a placeholder with no real activities, yet they’re asking for more funding? What a joke.”

“True.” Olivia nodded. “But some clubs genuinely need more funding, don’t they? Like the Magic Re

Olivia had informed the others not to come to the President’s office unless necessary, but she had forgotten to notify the Executive Director.

She had assumed Manuel would leave after finishing his work, not that he would stop by to say goodbye.

Thankfully, nothing happened during that time that could have led to an even bigger misunderstanding.