Chapter 114
The study abroad days were nearing their end.
Adrian and I not only perfectly completed our project, but our core results also secured an international patent and won the highest award.
During the interview segment, he maintained his cool demeanor. “I want to thank my girlfriend. Through countless nights of working side by side, her very presence was the greatest comfort and
motivation p>
Applause filled the auditorium.
Thinking of his “comfort” and “motivation,” my face flushed red.
Only I understood just how “perverted” those two words were when it came to me.
Later, this interview video was somehow picked up by domestic media, translated, and sent back
home.
[Wow! The pinnacle of intellectual romance! This is what a true couple looks like p>
[Academic power couple wins international award together–this is Emily’s perfect match p>
The news stayed trending, once again dragging the long–silent Blake back into public view.
It happened to be graduation season, and some “helpful” netizens out of curiosity looked up his
thesis.
They discovered that core viewpoints and passages were highly similar to an unpublished article,
with multiple obvious signs of ghostwriting.
[Disgusting! Even his thesis is fake? Get this disgraced artist out of entertainment p>
[No wonder he rose fast and fell fast–no real substance p>
[One wins international academic awards bringing honor to the country, the other needs
ghostwriters for his graduation thesis. What a contrast p>
Blake’s company had tried to salvage the situation, forcefully promoting two singles during his scandal period, but the response was lukewarm.
He was mocked for “running out of talent” and “no good works after ‘Moonlight p>
The song he once wrote for me had now become the biggest label mocking his creative drought.
Everyone said “those who wrong their wives will never prosper p>
His star career was completely dimmed.
On graduation day, Adrian stood in perfect sunlight wearing a sharp suit, clutching white lilies, his usually composed face betraying obvious nervousness.
He took a deep breath, as if gathering all the courage of his lifetime, slowly dropping to one knee. “Miss Watson, would you be willing to become my felong collaborator for all future research projects p>
I nodded through tears as he pulled me into his embrace.
In a corner nearby stood Blake–thinner now, his once vibrant face worn with exhaustion. His gaze cut through the crowd to my ring finger.
Across the considerable distance, he said hoarsely, Emily… I wish you happiness p>
I smiled. “Thank you. Of course I’ll be happy p>
He had once sworn they’d marry after graduation, but now she wore her cap and gown, accepting
another man’s ring amid cheers–a happiness once within reach, now forever lost.
That night, under rich moonlight, strong arms circled my waist from behind.
He said, “I remember… doesn’t someone still owe me a meal p>
This person–how long ago was that, and he still remembered.
I replied, “Well, you can pick anything. This time I‘ definitely treat you to something good p>
He chuckled low, his arms tightening. “Really? You keep your word p>
“Of course I keep my word!” I turned around to face him. “What kind of feast do you want? It won’t be too expensive, will it p>
He smiled. “Well, very expensive p>
“Ah? What do you want to eat? Truffles? Wagyu? Or” Before I could finish, my lips were sealed.
“You,” He was succinct, his voice impossibly husky
The world spun, his kiss swallowing all protests and exclamations.
The night was still very long.
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