Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend novel (Olivia and Aaron) novel Chapter 277

Well, well

288 Okay,

I had considered many possibilities, but I underestimated how much Nick had been hiding from me.

Until now, it hadn’t even occurred to me that he might be lying about “staying in school lately”.

So which of his statements had actually been true all this time?

I looked at the blond man and was about to ask another question when I realized he was sizing me up.

“Oh, I’m Olive, Olive Woods,” I briefly introduced myself and offered my hand. “I’m a friend of Nick’s.”

The man shook my hand. “Boris Smith,” he said. “You can call me Boris.”

“Boris,” I asked, “could you tell me about Nick’s situation here?

I noticed the young man’s nose wrinkled slightly when I mentioned Nick.

Did she have something against Nick?

A bad feeling stayed in my mind.

What kind of life had Nick been leading since he came to Harvard? I realized that I had greatly underestimated him and David.

At Columbia, Nick’s directness and professionalism had always made him popular with those around him.

So even if there were personality clashes, most people wouldn’t have shown such obvious rejection on their faces.

“Hurry?” I asked, realizing it would be hard to find another of Nick’s colleagues at this time of day.I decided to take the opportunity and looked into Boris’s hazel eyes. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to buy you lunch.”

Boris hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

We walked side by side to a nearby restaurant.

“By your accent, are you from New York?” Boris asked casually.

“Yes”, I answered. “I went to Columbia for my undergraduate and Ph.D. Nick was my best friend during my PhD. He is the most honest, professional, and fun person I have ever met.”

Boris’s mouth twisted at my words. “I think you’re funnier,” he said dryly.

His obvious disapproval gave me an idea of ​​the character of the man next to me.

At the same time, my heart sank.

“Are you here to spend Christmas with him?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“You come from Manhattan?”

“No, from Germany,”

Boris stopped short and let out a startled cry. “That fellow has some charm to make a beauty like you fly to spend Christmas with him!”

“First of all, thanks for the compliment, but maybe we get to know different sides of Nick. That’s why I came uninvited,” I paused and looked into his eyes. “Mr. Smith, I really hope that he can help me.”

We went to a Mexican restaurant that Boris said was “good value for money”.

The food came quickly before I had even finished my glass of water.