Chapter 9
Chapter 9
The chain of events began when I started applying for a master’s program under a professor I admired.
To better understand her research, I reached out to a senior in her lab for guidance.
At the same time, my tutoring sessions had concluded, allowing me to dedicate more energy to preparing for the application.
Luckily, with the senior’s help, I secured an opportunity to meet the professor in person.
The conversation went well, though, naturally, a professor who only accepted two students per year wouldn’t make a firm decision based on one meeting.
Along as the final acceptance wasn’t determined, the competition was ongoing. All I could do was give it my all and prepare as much as possible.
That evening, to express my gratitude, I treated the senior to dinner.
Having met the person I needed to and seeing my dream gradually take shape, I was genuinely happy.
I spent the entire dinner in high spirits.
Even as I watched the senior walk away, a faint smile lingered on my lips.
It was at that moment that Brain Warrick’s voice reached my ears.
“How long are you going to keep watching him walk away?”
Startled, I turned around and met his gaze, brimming with irritation.
Before I could speak, he continued sarcastically:
“No wonder you’ve been saying you’re too busy to eat with me lately.”
“Your replies have gotten shorter and slower too.”
“So, there’s someone new to spend your time with, huh?”
“Ms. Lenna.”
Without waiting for my response, he let out a heavy “hmph” and turned to leave.
I hesitated for a moment before chasing after him and slipping into the passenger seat of his car.
The day’s intense socializing, combined with a glass of fruit wine at dinner, had left my mind hazy.
I glanced at Brain, his face clearly showing his displeasure.
An answer seemed to hover on the tip of my tongue but remained elusive.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a familiar paper bag–it was the begonia cakes that required a three–hour wait.
I chose to change the subject, asking softly,
“Are these for me?”
He let out another “hmph” and ignored me.
I picked up a piece and took a bite. It was indeed very sweet.
Then, holding another piece, I leaned closer to offer it to him. Before I could react, he grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer.
His breath was inches away.
Brain suddenly smiled, his tone deliberate and slow:
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Chapter 9
“They say that to win a girl’s heart, you have to be gentle and patient.”
“But I’ve realized that kind of approach doesn’t suit me.”
“I prefer to take-”
The rest of his words were muffled as I pressed my lips against his.
[Based on years of solving problems, I’ve learned:
When logic fails, trust your instincts.
You’re usually right.]
hand hovered in the air, and I pulled away, blinking my now–not–so–bright eyes.
“Well? Isn’t it really sweet?”
Barely thirty seconds passed before his voice turned hoarse.
The hand on the back of my head tightened slightly, and he muttered hurriedly,
“Not sure. Let me try again.”
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