All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Elena Carson“Not like this. I survived on whatever I could throw together between lectures. Toast, eggs, the occasional takeaway. I had no reason to spend an hour in the kitchen.” he adds.I look down at my hands.England. It’s ridiculous how one word can change the temperature of a room.I have been trying not to think about it all day. I have been trying not to imagine him walking through a familiar campus, returning to the streets he knows, seeing old colleagues, rebuilding a life that existed long before I did. A life that might be waiting for him with open arms.And now he is talking about it as though it is just another place he used to live.Perhaps, for him, it is.Perhaps that’s what frightens me.“Maybe you should teach me how to make that sauce properly,” I say brightly. “Then I can impress you with my cooking.”He glances at me, and I know he notices the change in subject.But he doesn’t challenge me.“That’s assuming you can follow a recipe without turning my kitchen i

Elena Carson“You can still steal my clothes. We’ll just have to arrange the international shipping.” He says.I smile, but my eyes begin to sting.“And no falling asleep beside you.”His expression changes at that. He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses my knuckles.“No,” he says softly. “Not every night.”I look away, blinking quickly.He doesn’t tell me not to cry or insist that the distance won’t matter. He lets the sadness sit between us, and somehow that makes it easier to bear.“I don’t want you to think I’m leaving because I want to get away from you,” he says. “I’m not.”“I know.”“Do you?”I take a moment before answering.“I know you love me. I know you want to be with me. But I also know you have a life outside this relationship, and I don’t want you to give that up just because leaving is difficult.”He watches me carefully.“I want you to go back to teaching,” I continue. “I want you to do something that makes you happy. I just wish it didn’t have to be so far away.”“

Killian Davenport I wake before Elena, which is unusual enough that I spend the first few minutes doing absolutely nothing about it.She is asleep on her side, facing me, one hand tucked beneath her cheek and the other resting between us. Her hair is scattered across my pillow, a few strands caught against her lips. Every so often, she exhales softly and shifts closer, as though even in sleep she has decided that the distance between us is unacceptable.I brush the hair away from her face.She makes a small, displeased sound and buries her nose against the pillow.I smile.Last night, she was brave enough to tell me exactly what she was afraid of. Not that she would miss me, although she would. Not even that the distance would be difficult, although it would be. She was afraid that I would return to England, find my old life waiting for me, and discover that I no longer had a reason to come back.I wish I could give her a guarantee that would make that fear disappear.I cannot.W

Killian Davenport For a few seconds, I remain seated, my phone resting in my hand.There it is.Not a vague possibility. Not a thought I can revisit whenever the consequences become uncomfortable. I have told the university I intend to return, and they are beginning to make arrangements around that decision.I feel something settle inside me.Not excitement exactly, and certainly not relief without qualification. There are things I will miss about New York. My family is here, however complicated that family has become. Elena is here. The city has been part of my life for longer than I sometimes care to acknowledge.Leaving will not be easy.But the thought of standing in a lecture hall again, of returning to work that feels like mine, brings a quiet satisfaction I have not experienced in a long time.I open my email and find the message from the university arriving almost immediately. I read through it, noting the information they need and the arrangements I will have to make. The

Elena Carson On the sixth day, four days before Killian is due to leave, I arrive at Holland Enterprise earlier than usual.We have a date tonight.He hasn’t told me where we’re going, which I consider deeply inconsiderate behaviour from a man who claims to love me.I have tried every possible approach to extract the information.I asked nicely.He kissed me and said no.I threatened to cancel the date.He told me he would happily spend the evening with me at the penthouse instead.I accused him of being controlling.He reminded me that I was the one interrogating him.I even tried asking whether I needed to dress up, and all I got was a maddening smile and the instruction to wear something I liked.By the time I leave work, I have learned absolutely nothing.I arrive at his penthouse a little after four, expecting to find him in his study.Instead, I find him standing in the living room, already dressed.He is wearing dark trousers and a fitted black shirt, the sleeves buttoned at