บททั้งหมดของ My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Elena CarsonThe corridor keeps returning me to the same corner.I run anyway. The building is wrong in the way dreams are wrong. The angles that should open into new halls fold back into the one I just left, doors that look like exits delivering me to the identical stretch of scuffed flooring and buzzing lights. My voice comes out thin and useless.“Help…help…”Footsteps behind me, unhurried. When I risk a glance, a figure is approaching through the warped perspective of the hallway. I cannot make out a face. Only the shape of a person and the certainty that the shape is not empty.“You have a few seconds to run,” it says.I scream and run.I wake with the sound still in my throat.The bedroom is pale with early light. My heart is slamming hard enough that the sheets feel too heavy on my chest. For a few seconds the maze remains superimposed over the familiar ceiling, and then it breaks apart into ordinary morning. I am panting. My hands are fists in the duvet.Fourth time since t

Elena Carson"Yes, baby." Killian responds.I wipe my cheeks as he presses a kiss to my forehead."Go grab whatever you need."I nod.I pull on my hoodie and grab a few things, shoving them into a small bag with movements that still feel slightly disconnected from my body.Killian reaches for it."I'll take that.""I can carry it.""I know."He takes it anyway. Then his fingers find mine. We walk out together. Nora is sitting in the living room with a mug of tea in her hands.She looks from Killian to me. Then at the bag. A slow smile appears."So you finally got her to come out."Killian doesn't even hesitate. "She's coming with me."Nora puts a hand over her heart."Of course she is." She looks at me. "Do you know how often he steals my best friend?"I can't help the tiny smile that pulls at my lips."Apparently very often.""Exactly."Killian rolls his eyes.Nora points at him. "Thief.""Goodnight, Nora."She waves her hand. "Go. Have fun."I look at her."Goodnight."She gives m

Killian Davenport I turn my head toward her. She is staring at the television.“If you hadn't come back to New York…” Her voice trails off. I wait. She finally looks at me. “Would we have ever happened?”The question lands harder than I expect. I don't answer immediately.I look at her, reaching up and brushing my thumb along her cheek.“I don't know.”She watches me.“I wish I could give you a different answer.”“What would you want the answer to be?” she adds.I smile faintly. “This one.”She frowns slightly. “This one?”“That I came back.”She looks down and I lift her chin gently.“I don't know what would have happened if I stayed away. Maybe our paths would have crossed again. Maybe they wouldn't have. Maybe we'd have lived completely different lives.”She listens quietly.“But I know what happened when I came back.” Her eyes meet mine. “I found you. And then I couldn't walk away.”A tiny smile appears on her lips. “You tried.”“I was an idiot.”“You were.”“I appreciate your su

Killian DavenportBy Friday, I have stopped pretending I am not counting the hours until I see Elena.It is ridiculous.I've gone days without seeing her before.We've gone longer than six days.There was a time when seven years passed between us, and I had no idea where she was, what she was doing, who she had become, or whether she thought about me at all.Six days should be nothing.Yet somehow, it feels like I've spent the entire week looking at the clock.I sit behind my desk with a cup of coffee that has gone cold beside my laptop, staring at the same line in Ian's latest report for what has to be the fifth time.YLEKI — NO CONFIRMED ACTIVE OWNER.I lean back in my chair and rub my hand over my face.Dead end.Again.The last four days have been a collection of unfinished questions.Ian has been digging through everything he can find on YLEKI, registration records, corporate filings, financial histories, archived databases, property records, old transactions, anything that might

Elena Carson Saturday finally arrives.I have been waiting for it all week.Not impatiently. At least, that's what I keep telling myself.But apparently checking the time every twenty minutes counts as impatience, because Nora catches me doing it for the third time while she's standing in front of the mirror, trying to decide between two pairs of earrings.“You know,” she says, holding one pair against her ear, “the clock isn't going to make him arrive faster.”I look at her through the mirror.“I wasn't checking the time.”“You were absolutely checking the time.”“I was looking at the clock.”“Which is what people do when they're checking the time.”I sigh.“You're annoying.”“And you're lovesick.”I turn away before she can see me smile. The truth is, I am excited.Really excited.It's been six days. Last Saturday was the last time I saw him. It isn't that long, but after spending an entire week talking to Killian through my phone, hearing his voice through calls, waking up to