Chapter 83
Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend
Stay Up to Learn New Positions I resisted the urge to smirk. âEat up. I need to get back to the lab.â
âIâll take you.â
I wanted to politely decline, but before I could, Aaron already had the car keys in his hand and was walking to the front door.
I froze, and my heart fluttered with adoration.
When we got downstairs, the wind was howling outside. It blew my hair in every direction, and to make things worse, I was dressed in thin clothes. Then, Aaron suddenly covered me with his jacket, held me close, and ran to his parking spot. My heart pounded as I felt his arms around me.
It wasnât until I was sitting in the passenger seat that I was able to calm down.
I didnât want to worry about whether Aaron really loved me. I didnât want to worry about his complicated love life before me. All I wanted was to enjoy the presence.
You only live once, after all.
Aaron looked at me with one hand on the steering wheel, and his eyes looked like they were filled with stars.
âDo you have any plans for Christmas?â
âNo, why?â As soon as I said that, I remembered that Cinder had invited me to Switzerland.
âDo you want to come with me to Hawaii?â
I was shocked.
He turned away from me and stared at the road with the concentration of a first-time driver. He was trying his best to seem calm, but I knew better when I saw how tightly he was gripping the wheel.
Aaron was nervous.
Of course he was. Inviting a f*ck buddy to a Christmas vacation was no small thing, especially when she was your best friendâs girlfriend.
When I took too long to answer, I saw the starry look in Aaronâs eyes suddenly dim with disappointment.
I pursed my lips and tried to find some excuse. âI donât even know if Iâll be off⦠The labâs been busy lately, soââ
âNo, I get it. I was just⦠just asking, thatâs all.â Aaron gave me a lopsided grin as if he was completely unbothered.
Honestly, it made me feel uncomfortable. Even though I was the one who refused, I still felt bad when I heard him say he was âjust asking.â
Then I suddenly realized: Aaron has so much power over my emotions, and that was not a good thing.
The rest of the ride was silent, all the way up until I stepped out of the car.
Later, while I was working on another experiment, Aaronâs face kept popping into my head, I couldnât stop thinking about him, and I was so distracted that it started to affect my work. My experiment failed over and over again, and after a while, I ran a hand through my hair, annoyed. With a deep breath, I tried to banish Aaron from my thoughts.
âGood morning, Olive. Is everything okay? Maybe I can help you so you donât rip your hair out.â
When I heard David snicker, I looked up with wide eyes. To be honest, this was the most âundignifiedâ
Iâd seen him. I was so used to him wearing suits that I was shocked to see him in loose sweats with a towel around his neck. He mustâve just come back from the gym.
The gym shared a building with the lab, but I never went there myself.
âHi, David. Good morning⦠Iâm fine. I just didnât sleep well last night, so Iâm a little out of sorts today.â
âMaybe you could exercise a little. You know, a little exercise in the morning is good for the body and the mind.â David picked up one end of the towel to dab at his forehead. âThe gym downstairs has a full range of equipment even though not many people go there. You donât need to worry about being bothered.â
âThanks. Iâll think about it.â Of course no one went to the gym. The people who worked in this building werenât exactly the athletic type.
âPeople in our line of work tend to go bald in their forties or fifties. Judging by what youâre doingâ¦â
David gestured to my anxious habit. âYou might be giving yourself a head start.â
I chuckled. âI still have plenty of hair, thank goodness. I donât need to worry about that any time soon.
David laughed with me, then his tone became serious again. âBut you do have really dark circles under your eyes. What were you working on last night?â
That made me nervous. âOh, I was just learning newâ¦
thingsâ¦â Sex positions, specifically, but he didnât need to know that.
I blushed at the obscene memories of last night. Would he see through me?
Luckily, he didnât seem to be paying much attention. He nodded and said, âResearch like this is a long process. Donât push yourself too hard.â
âThanks. I wonât.â
I breathed a sigh of relief when he turned and left. He seemed like such a nice person. How could he ever hurt someone? Maybe Aaron had the wrong idea about himâ¦
I blinked.
I was thinking of Aaron again!
I shook my head and forced myself to focus on my work. With a deep breath, I reached for more samples.
I held reagent No. 8 in my left hand and No. 15 in my right. I narrowed my eyes in deep thought for a long while before I poured No. 15 into the beaker.
The reaction was immediate. The solution hissed and bubbled until it violently erupted, like a bottle of soda that was shaken too hard.
Failed again.
I stayed in my lab until it was dark outside, and throughout the entire day, I was never able to figure out why it kept failing. I lost track of how many times I thought about asking David for help, but he was busy with his own work.
Then again, in one of his papers, he described a method very similar to what I was doing right nowâ¦
He might know the answer.
I was hesitant to ask for his opinion because I didnât want to offend him. When I was an undergraduate, I once asked a professor about their research during a conference, and I was met with a long-winded lecture about how disrespectful that was. The professor had chided me for my complete lack of academic literacy and basic ethicsâ¦
Apparently, other researchers donât like revealing their findings before they get a chance to publish their work themselves.
The incident didnât ruin my reputation as a scholar, and thanks to that professor, I developed highly independent research habits. That was how I was able to secure my own lab and have my earlier work published in one of the top science journals. It was a major achievement as an undergraduate.
I looked over at David and decided not to bother him. I didnât want to strain our relationship by asking him for his secrets.
But our relationship was better than simple colleaguesâ¦
It was settled.
If I couldnât make progress by Christmas, Iâd ask for his help.
For now, I was getting more and more frustrated as I prepared a new batch of samples for a fresh trial.
That was when Nick dragged his tired self over to me.
I was stunned for a moment and looked at him, surprised. âI thought you had today off. What are you doing here?â
He called out today since he had too much to drink last night, and he told me he was going to use the free time to confront Tim.
Nick pursed his lips as he frowned. He looked like a ghost.
âNick⦠Are you ok?â¦â
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