All Chapters of His Book club : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Arian's pov I barely focused during classes. From the first class to the last, my mind was barely stable. My thoughts drifted from Kael to the rumor running around campus. The stares might have reduced but I still haven't cleared my name.And the worst part is that Kael, the only one willing to help, was not even serious about it. As I dive into my thoughts, I didn't hear a single word the professor said. Even April noticed I wasn't myself. Occasionally, she glanced at me and asked if I was okay. I nodded but deep down, I knew I wasn't. How can I be okay when my life is turning upside down right in front of me? How can I be okay when I'm on a mission to ignore the guy I like? Wait! Did I just admit that I like Kael? Oh God! What's there not to like? He is the type of guy that makes you breathless and senseless all at once. Logically, I'm supposed to stay away but his presence, even when he's absent, still disturbs me. How was he doing it? And do I even have an effect on him as he

Arian's pov Getting closer to kael wouldn't be that bad. You know… we all have our stories and we don't get to judge others without knowing the reasons behind their actions. So if I'm going to find out about his past, I have to give him a chance. We can be friends. The only problem would be my feelings. When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands.I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?”I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”He shrugged, flipping another page. “I keep telling you not to judge me with your assumptions.”“I'm sorry if my assumptions don't fit your personality,” I

Kael's POV I tossed and turned throughout the night and barely slept. The memory of Arian stepping back when I leaned in tormented me. The way his eyes darted away from mine kept replaying in my head like some cruel repeated movie. I tried to justify why he rejected me but none of it made sense. The last time I checked, he was feeling it too. So what the fuck was his problem? To be honest, I wanted to avoid him but by the time the sun came up, I’d made up my mind. Avoiding him wasn’t an option. I needed him to get into the book club. I need him to award me as the best member. And I need him to feel me too. You know what I mean right?I put on my big boy pants and drove straight to his house. If I want him to feel me, I have to suffocate him with my presence. That way, I will be the only one on his mind. “Nice idea, Kael,” I smiled as I commended myself. Honking lightly, I watched him run out like he was expecting someone else. He looked surprised when he saw me.“Forgot somethin

Arian's pov The director is Kael's mother? How did I not notice?Why didn't he ever tell me? These questions swirled through my head as I pushed myself to the director's office. Having a director as a mother is not something that could have skipped his mind. So why has he never mentioned it?Thinking about it now, he was so good at hiding his identity. The conversation never came up and I never asked. Why would I ask when he doesn't even answer simple questions? My mind was a jumbled mess as I waited for him in front of the office. I was leaning against the wall, hugging my bag to my chest, when he came out. From the look on his face, you’d think he’d just been through a war and lost.As he stepped out, I stared at him without saying anything. I just kept wondering why he hid the truth about his identity. But no matter how much I question it, he must have had his reasons. However, these reasons must be made known to me today .“Arian,” he called my name, stretching out his hand.

Arian's pov Thanks to Kael's mentor, we found the bank details and location. As I entered the bank, I kept close to Kael, not just because I didn’t want to get lost, but because I wasn’t sure I was ready to face what was waiting for me here.Kael walked ahead with his usual quiet confidence, his baggy black T-shirt loose over his shoulders, and his long hair tied neatly to the back. He looked like he belonged anywhere and everywhere but I, on the other hand, felt like an impostor, like a charity case brought to the bank. We approached the customer service desk where a woman in a navy suit smiled politely. After explaining the situation, she led us to a quieter section of the bank.“This is the private accounts division,” she explained, her voice calm and professional. “We handle sensitive and high-value accounts here.”Her tone made me stiff. All I could do was nod my head while Kael answered her. She nodded and gestured toward a small meeting room. Inside, there was a round table