All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Killian Davenport “So he set all of this up before you even knew you were coming back.”“Apparently.”“And then he used his supposed illness to get you here.”“Yes.”She leans back against the sofa, looking genuinely stunned. For a moment, neither of us speaks. The television continues playing in the background, its cheerful music completely at odds with the mess I’ve just laid between us.Finally, she looks at me again.“What are you going to do?”I let out a slow breath.“I don’t know.”The words come more easily than I expect. Perhaps because I’ve spent so long refusing to say them, even to myself.“I haven’t been to the office because I can’t stand the thought of walking in there and pretending everything is normal. Every decision I make, every meeting I attend, every time someone calls me the future of Davenport Co., all I can think about is how much of this was arranged before I even came back.”I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees.“He decided I was going to run the

Elena Carson A few days later, I find myself wondering whether one year is really as short as everyone keeps making it sound.Twelve months. Three hundred and sixty-five days. A whole year of waking up without Killian beside me, of making plans around time differences, of saving stories from my day until he’s available to listen to them. A year of phone calls, video calls, and counting down the days until I can put my arms around him again.It sounds manageable when I say it quickly.It sounds considerably less manageable when I imagine actually living through it.I’ve seen the difference in him over the last few days. Since our conversation on Saturday, Killian has become more like himself. He laughs more easily, answers my questions without looking as though he’s fighting a battle inside his head, and even called me yesterday just to complain about a terrible cup of coffee he’d bought. It was such a stupid thing to complain about, but I’d spent the entire conversation smiling be

Elena CarsonEventually, the bowl is reduced to a thin layer of melted ice cream, streaks of chocolate sauce, and a few lonely pieces of waffle cone. Mum insists she could have finished another bowl, while Philip claims that if she had, he would have had to carry her out of the shop.I pull out my phone.“Wait. This is ridiculous.”I angle it toward the table and take a picture of the nearly empty bowl.Mum leans over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”“Sending this to Killian.”“Tell him we expect him to join us next time,” Philip says.“I will.”I send the picture with a simple message.Look what you missed. Mum ordered enough ice cream to feed an army.I slip my phone onto the table and return to the conversation, but it vibrates before I’ve even finished listening to Philip’s next story.Killian.His name on the screen brings an immediate smile to my face.“I’ll be right back,” I tell them, picking up the phone. “It’s Killian.”Mum gives me a knowing look. “Of course it is.”I ign

Killian Davenport He takes a breath. “I know we haven’t exactly made things easy for each other. And I’m not going to pretend we’re suddenly going to become the sort of brothers who call every day and tell each other everything. That’s not who we are.”“No,” I agree. “It isn’t.”“But you helped me. You’ve been helping me for weeks, even when you had every reason to walk away and let the whole place fall apart.” His gaze finally meets mine. “I wanted to say thank you.”For once, I have no clever answer.I could tell him that I am not doing this for him alone, that thousands of employees depend on the company and that walking away without ensuring a proper transition would have made me no better than the man who created this mess. I could tell him that I do not want him to spend the next decade proving himself to a father who has already decided what he thinks of him.Instead, I say, “You’re my big brother, Kyle.”Something shifts in his expression.“I know we don’t always act like

Elena Carson I practically skip down the front steps of the building, my phone clutched in one hand and my bag slipping off my shoulder. Killian is outside. After what feels like an unnecessarily long day, the thought of seeing him is enough to put a ridiculous smile on my face. I have spent most of the afternoon with my mom and Philip, returned home, changed out of my clothes, and tried to convince myself that I can survive a few hours without seeing him. I have failed miserably at the last part. His message is still open on my screen. [Killian: Hi baby, I’m outside. As if I haven’t already spotted his car parked near the entrance. I hurry towards it, and the moment he notices me, his face changes. The slight tension around his eyes eases, and he reaches across to push open the passenger door before I can get there myself. “Someone looks happy to see me.” “Don’t flatter yourself.” “Too late. I’ve already done it.” I roll my eyes, but I cannot stop smiling as I cl