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Chapter 16: His 7 PM Appointment
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Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover Chapter 102: He's not Yours
ADRIAN'S POVThe fluorescent hum of the International Medical Expo still felt wrong, an alien sensory assault that grated against my new, meticulously constructed identity. My name was Adrian, or so I was told by the doctors, the therapists, the kind-faced woman who held my hand through the darkest fog of amnesia. But for the past few weeks, I’d been living as Gabe, a name chosen for its stark simplicity, a deliberate severance from the ghost of a past I couldn’t touch.Yet, here he was. Damien. The man who had introduced himself with a gentle, wounded smile, claiming to be my best friend, my past self’s confidant, before the hypnotherapy session had ‘messed up’. He had looked at me with such profound hurt when I’d uttered the words, “I’m sorry, I don’t know you.” A part of my heart, a sliver I couldn't quite pinpoint, had twisted in a pang of guilt. It was a phantom ache, similar to the dull throb that often accompanied my attempts to bridge the chasm of my forgotten life.Because I
Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover Chapter 101: Newfound Determination
ADRIAN'S POV The man froze, going still for a long second that stretched into an eternity. Then, a slow exhalation, a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. Slowly, deliberately, he turned to face me. And as soon as our eyes met, something shifted inside me. It was like a faint echo, a whisper of a forgotten melody. A recognition, deep and unsettling, yet utterly unretrievable. His eyes, the same dark, intense eyes that had been watching me all afternoon, were now wide with a desperate, hopeful relief. “Adrian,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion, a name I hadn’t heard uttered by anyone outside my own thoughts in months. Before I could process it, he lunged, wrapping his arms around me in a hug so tight, it stole the air from my lungs. “It’s me, Damien. Your best friend. Oh God, I’m so sorry for everything I did. I thought I lost you. Thank God you’re alive.” I stiffened in his embrace, utterly bewildered. Damien? Best friend? My mind raced, searching for a fac
Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover Chapter 100: A Handsome Stalker
ADRIAN'S POVThe applause was a physical weight, pressing down on me, threatening to buckle my knees. I stood on the brightly lit stage, a microphone still clutched in my hand, the projected slides of Ingrid’s groundbreaking research glowing behind me. “Thank you,” I managed, my voice a little hoarse, but the words were lost in the roar. Faces blurred in the auditorium, a sea of smiles and outstretched hands.My chest tightened with a familiar anxiety. This wasn’t my work, not truly. I was merely the messenger, the conduit for Ingrid’s genius, which now, sadly, resided in a hospital bed. She had slipped on the hotel stairs this morning, a nasty fall that had landed her in emergency, just hours before her most anticipated presentation. As her lead researcher and, more importantly, her friend, I’d stepped in. The presentation, meticulously prepared by Ingrid, flowed effortlessly, her passion and brilliance shining through every slide, every data point. I had simply narrated it, adding
Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover Chapter 99: A Girlfriend?
DAMIEN'S POVAdrian’s presentation was flawless. He spoke with undeniable confidence, a natural ease that had always characterized him, even when he was just explaining the intricacies of a new board game. He moved across the stage with purpose, gesturing fluidly, his passion for the subject radiating into the hall. For the first time, since I arrived, I listened to a presenter in a seminar. Really listened. Not just to the words, but to the subtle inflections, the underlying brilliance of the mind behind them. He was captivating.Beside me, I heard a series of hushed giggles. I glanced over, my gaze narrowing. A group of girls, probably medical students or young residents, were huddled together, their faces flushed, eyes glued to Adrian. One of them leaned closer to another, whispering, "He's amazing, isn't he? So smart!" The other nodded vigorously, her hand clamped over her mouth to stifle another giggle.A hot, unfamiliar surge of anger flared within me. I didn’t exa
Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover Chapter 98: He's Alive and Thriving
DAMIEN'S POVMy heart hammered in my chest, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. It had been over a year, a desolate, agonizing year, since I’d last heard his name, since I’d last seen his face. A year I’d spent drowning in guilt and grief, believing him gone forever. But then, this morning, a mundane attendance sheet for a medical conference – of all things – had smacked me in the face with a name and a signature that ripped open old wounds and ignited a sliver of impossible hope: Adrian Gabriel Raines.I couldn’t believe it. Could it be him? The thought was a dangerous spark, threatening to ignite a forest fire of emotions I wasn't ready to confront. Still, I clung to it, a desperate man to a life raft. I had arrived early, staking out a prime spot near the grand entrance of the main hall, my eyes scanning every single person who stepped through the ornate double doors. The sheer volume of participants, a swirling tide of eager medics and researchers, made it a Sisyphean task. Faces
Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover Chapter 97: Her Protege
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