Semua Bab HEIR OF PAIN: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Arden crossed his arms. “And why is Mr Rowland sitting at my boyfriend’s desk?” Rowland blinked, clearly confused by the question and the sharp tone. Boyfriend? The word echoed in his head. Ryder Black… has a partner? Rowland looked at Corner who had his head bowed and that only proved that the man before him, is very important l. “Are you even listening?” Arden snapped. Rowland straightened and stood up slowly. “I was invited by Mr Ryder,” he said carefully but with confidence. “He asked me to work on something urgent.” Arden scoffed. “Work? What kind of work gives you the right to sit at his desk?” “It’s confidential, Sir,” Corner said quickly. “Mr Ryder gave strict instructions.” Arden turned to him. “So I’m not allowed to know the confidential too?” Corner lowered his head. “I’m only following orders, Sir.” Arden’s chest tightened. Something was wrong. Ryder never left strangers alone in his office. Never. Even Corner knew that. He walked closer to the desk,

It had been three weeks since the incident, and Kellan and Kyle had grown much closer. Kellan had become more open to Kyle, even though he would never admit it aloud. Kyle, on the other hand, never missed a chance to flirt with him or tease him. At first, Kellan had resisted it. He would roll his eyes, snap back, or pretend not to hear Kyle at all. But slowly, without even realizing it, he began to accept it. The teasing no longer annoyed him. Instead, it warmed something inside his chest. Anytime Kyle flirted with him, Kellan felt his heart skip in a way that scared him. The feeling was unfamiliar, but it felt good. Too good. And that was the problem. Kellan wasn’t stupid. He knew what was happening. He was falling for Kyle. But admitting it meant opening a door he wasn’t sure he was ready to walk through. Kyle sat across from him on the couch, watching him play the game with full concentration. Kellan had his tongue slightly sticking out as he pressed the buttons rapidly,

Kyle and Arden pretended not to see him as they stood close to each other. A few minutes later, Arden’s driver finally arrived. The black car stopped smoothly in front of the faculty building. Arden adjusted his bag and stepped toward the car, the bodyguards opening the door for him. He entered the car without looking back. Kyle lifted his hand and waved casually as the car zoomed off. His smile stayed on his face for a few seconds longer than necessary. Then, slowly, he turned his head toward the pillar where Kellan was hiding. For a brief moment, their eyes almost met but, Kellan immediately looked away. He pretended to be busy on his phone, tapping the screen like he had just received an important message. Kellan smirked to himself, turned around, and walked toward his car without a single glance back. He got into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and drove off. Behind the pillar, Kellan stood stiffly, his back pressed lightly against the concrete. His heart was po

Kellan woke up slowly, his eyes blinking open as the soft morning light filtered through the curtains. For a moment, he lay still, staring at the ceiling, trying to place where he was. Then his body reminded him. He sat up carefully, his brows knitting together as he felt the sticky discomfort between his legs. He didn’t need to think too hard to understand what it meant. His cheeks warmed immediately. Last night wasn’t a dream. He turned his head to the side, expecting to see Kyle beside him, but the space was empty. The sheets were slightly rumpled, still warm, but Kyle was nowhere in sight. “Kyle?” Kellan called out, his voice rough from sleep. There was no answer. He frowned slightly and shifted his weight, trying to get off the bed. The moment his feet touched the floor, a sharp sting shot through his lower body. “Hiss—” He sucked in a breath and sat back down quickly, his hand gripping the mattress. The pain wasn’t unbearable, but it was enough to remind him of everything

Tonight was the night the Barristers’ Gala would be held, and Arden was more excited than he had ever been about any event in his university life. For the first time, he would walk into the grand hall without feeling small, without worrying about his clothes, his shoes, or whether people were secretly judging him. Since the day he entered the university, the Barristers’ Gala had always been an event he avoided in his mind. It reminded him of everything he could not afford and everything he felt he did not belong to. Every year, he had watched others prepare with excitement while he pretended not to care. But tonight was different. Very different. Arden stood in the middle of his room, smiling to himself as his eyes rested on the large, neatly wrapped box that had just been delivered by Corner. The box sat quietly on his bed. He walked closer and gently placed his hand on the box. Just a few minutes earlier, Corner had brought it in personally, bowing slightly before leaving with