Chapter 952: Chapter 952



Didn’t he realize that leaving her hanging like this would make her worry as his friend?

Aurora debated calling Rickey, but Lucas’ earlier comment replayed in her mind, making her hesitate.

Just then, Dunn was calling.

He had just stepped out of the shower, sitting at his desk and scrolling through his laptop.

“Dunn?”

Hearing her, Dunn clicked out of a webpage displaying university applications and closed his laptop.

He had been reviewing Aurora’s application account, which he’d accessed through some discreet connections. Despite the extensive options he had presented to her, she had only submitted one choice.

Pharmaceutical Engineering at Dugruayae University.

Dunn felt a surge of emotions—surprise, joy, and a hint of something unspoken—as their shared understanding settled between them.

“Not asleep yet?” he asked.

Aurora’s confidence, bolstered by the wine she’d had earlier, made her smile. “Neither are you.”

Dunn stood from his chair and leaned against the balcony railing, the night breeze tousling his half-dry hair.

The quiet night stretched infinitely, with scattered stars shimmering faintly above them, as if they were eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Aurora, I want to see you.”

Aurora froze, her thoughts spinning. She was reminded of a school debate from her sophomore year of high school.

Rickey had sat below the stage, and afterward, he handed her a bottle of water, teasing with a smirk, “The way you argued, you were like a machine gun. The other team didn’t stand a chance.”

But now, she felt nothing like that sharp, confident debater. Her mind went blank, and her heart pounded relentlessly.

“You… I… uh…” Aurora stammered, her words tumbling clumsily as she scratched her head in frustration. “Why do you want to see me?”

Dunn tilted his head back, gazing at the endless expanse of the sky. “I don’t know, but the thought of seeing you makes me happy.”

Behind Aurora, Lucas was shepherding the younger kids. “Come on, let’s get to bed. You’ll catch a cold sleeping out here.” The background noise felt distant and insignificant.

Aurora nervously pinched her fingertips, deliberating, before finally speaking. “Ginger’s been having some stomach trouble lately. I was planning to take her to the vet. Can you come with me?”

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