Unrequited Love
Arielle was surprised that the man knew her alias. She paused momentarily before answering, “Yes, I
am.”
The man’s voice was barely above a whisper, but Donovan caught the word “San” from where he
stood.
He felt his heart skip a beat. His mentor had once mentioned an alumnus who went by San, though she
was more widely known as the Goddess of Study.
It can’t be… Arielle can’t be San!
A wave of fear crashed into Donovan. He felt like he was suffocating as if he were truly drowning and
his lungs had been filled with water.
Although his thesis defense was right around the corner, there was still a chunk missing from his
dissertation.
Before leaving for Maxwell University, his mentor had revealed that San would be visiting the campus.
Donovan had planned to enlist the help of the outstanding alumni to complete his thesis.
If Arielle really is San, who’s going to help me with my thesis? And how am I going to graduate from
Maxwell University with an incomplete thesis?
Donovan’s mind went blank, his face turning a ghastly white.
At this moment, he heard Wendy comment in a snarky manner, “Arielle sure is an easy one. Look at
her, flirting with a forty-year-old man.”
Bewildered, Donovan whipped around to stare at her. “Why do you say that? The man doesn’t even
seem to know her well.”
“Doesn’t know her well?” Wendy snorted. “The old man just addressed her by her nickname!”
“Nickname?”
“That’s right. Arielle’s nickname is Sannie. I’ve heard Mr. Nightshire call her that, and that’s also what
that man called her.”
San… Sannie…
A broad grin spread across Donovan’s face as elation replaced worry.
I knew it. There’s no way that Arielle is San. San is the Goddess of Study of Maxwell University—a
being so incredible that I don’t even deserve to grovel at her feet. Arielle is just a pathetic Jadeborough
University graduate. She is light-years away from reaching San’s level. Why did I even entertain the
idea of Arielle being San?
Donovan exhaled heavily as if he were physically expelling his worries from his body.
However, his glee turned into vexation in a split second.
So she’ll accept this forty-year-old old fart but reject me?
Donovan’s fingers curled into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Wendy pursed her lips in distaste when she noticed his clenched fists.
Does Mr. Baxter still have feelings for Arielle even after getting married? So it is true, after all—men
can never let go of their unrequited love. Well, since Mr. Baxter is still so enamored with Arielle, I’ll be
his wingman this once.
Wendy still had the audio recording of Donovan from last time. Once the exams are over, Mr. Baxter
will be of no value to me. That’s when I’ll take action.
Wendy refused to believe that Arielle could escape unscathed from all of her ploys.
Meanwhile, Arielle was nodding in response to something the man had said. She introduced him to
Trisha and Jared, “This is Mr. Vernon Curie from Maxwell University. He told me that the university has
chartered a private jet for us, so let’s take that instead of flying commercial.”
Trisha’s eyes widened in astonishment.
“M-Maxwell University?” she repeated, disbelief seeping through her voice.
Jared, on the other hand, was as poised as ever. He thanked Vernon with a gracious smile and turned
to tease Arielle, “You never told me that traveling with you came with such great perks, Boss!”
“Let’s go,” Arielle beckoned them over, and the trio followed Vernon to a different boarding gate.
Donovan snapped back to his senses when Arielle passed by him.
Horror struck him when he realized that the man was not a random person hitting on Arielle, but a
lecturer from Maxwell University who was here to escort her!
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