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“You are smarter than I gave you credit for. No offense but I never would have thought you would make that connection.” I gave her a thin smile. “Thank you. Behavior psychology has always fascinated me. That pretty much goes hand in hand with criminology. To study and understand how a criminal thinks helps prevent future crimes. When I was doing my homeschool studies, I read every book I could get my hands on about that kind of stuff. What else did they find?”

“Learning about psychology is really tough and demanding. You should learn directly from specialists rather than reading books that provide limited knowledge without being able to explain it in depth.” Poppy furrowed her eyes when she noticed the stack of books on the table. Her cheeks flushed as she read each title. “So why are you bringing romance novels... and mature genres like this? I don't want to read them.” Donna nodded and sighed, as if she knew Poppy's feelings. “Madam...” she spoke calmly, “I chose novels with components of human psychology to make learning easier.” Poppy's eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Is there such a thing?”

I shrugged with a smile and did not bother explaining further. There was no point in trying to explain it to these people. They only believed what they wanted to believe. At the end of the day, they were just too cowardly. I pulled out that psychology book and flipped through it again during my break time. It looked like this book really worked. The notes tucked between the pages were exactly the insights I had gained from putting it into practice. Every step precisely targeted the weaknesses of human nature. Those so-called “rich guy” rumors were nothing more than illusions the masses chose to believe.

I need to process and just have a minute to breathe. I turn the books the right way up and try to slide them back into the shelves silently when the title of the first catches my eye and stops me pushing it in. It’s a psychology textbook about his personality condition and I impulsively tip it sideways to let the pages flip open for a quick nosey. That part of me that is eager to know more about what it means in terms of him as a person kicking in. I scan the words eagerly, desperate for more insight.

They became friends which is the reason for him to be my friend too. Now, I'm here in one of their blue tents. Klirro is also here and he's been doing some retouching with his stylist who likes him. He's just reading and reviewing his script while I already decide to read as well for my next subject. I've already finished reading a few chapters of Clinical Tales, these books were about sacks of documents about strange and fascinating cases that other graduated and professional psychologists already faced. This is the best part of psychology, the book we're reading was actually interesting but sometimes it just really hits me as they called the reading block.

It was cluttered with books and materials of all sorts. Several opened books were scattered on the computer table, with red marks and notes scrawled across the pages. Someone had been studying very hard there. Nathan slowly walked over and flipped through the books. Psychology? He frowned as he took in the room. He saw a lot of books on the shelf that didn't belong to him. His gaze was locked on the titles. "Best Ways to Handle Toxic People". "The Key to Overcoming Nasty People" "Foundations of Psychology" Nathan's lips curled slightly as a smirk played on his face.

That's all their little chit chats in the kitchen revealed to Sheharzaad. Upon reaching the study, she knocked at the door before entering. She found him sitting on his chair reading a book. His books were mainly related to psychology, criminology, about serial killers and how their mind works. They all were non-fictional. Some books were business related. Some were related to human body as well which covered about the vital organs of human body and the weak points of our body. And many more along these genres which, she thought, helped him in his work.

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything. I suddenly stopped reading the names of the books when my right knee hit the wooden shelf. I bent down and rubbed it, trying to soothe the pain. It's like a thunderbolt fell on my knee. It's a little ache but I react to it a lot for a moment. It's terrible, like a thunderbolt! Once again, I glance up at the shelf. It's filled with books which are related to psychology, human development and universe theories etc. I huff.

He had always been one of the most brilliant people I’d ever met, and now he had become my guide once again. He invited me to professional conferences and seminars — events that helped me grow as both a therapist and a researcher. But what meant the most was how he helped me revive my doctoral thesis. The one I had abandoned after marrying Rowan. The one that used to mean everything to me. Professor Collins made sure I had everything I needed to succeed. He gave me private lessons — sometimes late at night, often online. During the day, he helped refine my arguments and guided my research with patience. He even gave me his favorite books: The Body Keeps the Score by Bessel van der Kolk, Atta