Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39 Bad Student

WILLOW

And that was how I ended up in his house on the weekend.

He had insisted on driving me, but I refused immediately because I did not want to give the universe any more ammunition to ruin my life.

If someone saw me stepping out of his car, the headlines would multiply like bacteria. So he simply sent me an address with no further explanation.

It was not his condo unit in the city. Apparently, reporters had been lingering around the building for days, waiting for him to make a mistake or show up with a mystery woman. I had rolled my eyes when he told me that, but when I turned the corner and saw the property in front of me, I understood why he had chosen this place instead.

The house looked like something straight out of a fantasy film.

The gates were tall, black, and intimidating, framed by towering trees that made the entire property feel secluded from the world. It had the kind of quiet that wealthy secrets thrived in.

For a brief and absurd moment, I felt like I had stepped into the world of the Cullens from Twilight, and I expected a pale vampire to appear out of nowhere.

Before I could even press anything or make a call, the gates opened automatically.

The gates then closed behind me once I was fully inside. I had to walk a bit more until I reached the door.

He was already standing outside in casual clothes, making me stop.

He was wearing a fitted black shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his forearms and dark jeans. His hair was slightly tousled, and he looked younger compared to when he wore a suit.

“Welcome,” he said, and there was the faintest curve to his lips.

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Chapte et Bad Strident

Finished

I walked toward him slowly, scanning the perimeter again. “Are your gates smart or something? It opened on its own.”

He chuckled softly. “I was watching you.”

I stopped mid–step. “That sounds weird.”

He merely shrugged.

I narrowed my eyes at him, but the corner of my mouth twitched anyway.

He gestured toward the house. “Come inside.”

I nodded and followed after him. The moment I stepped through the entrance, I forgot how to breathe.

The interior was breathtaking!

“Whoa,” I muttered before I could stop myself.

“Nobody knows this place,” he said casually, walking ahead of me.

“What?” I exclaimed, following him. “Not even your family?”

“No,” he replied without hesitation. “Only you know.”

I stopped walking.

He turned slightly when he noticed the silence behind him.

“Why just me?” I asked.

He merely smirked.

There was something in his expression that I could not decipher.

“Let’s go,” he said before I could think about it further, gesturing toward what looked like a study.

I nodded, even though my heart had begun beating a little too loudly in my chest.

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Chapter 1 Plan Student

Fuished

The study was as impressive as the rest of the house. A large wooden table stood at the center, already filled with neatly organized materials. A whiteboard stood on the side with neat handwriting outlining bullet points.

He was actually prepared to teach me.

He sat on one of the chairs and then patted the seat next to him. I sat silently, looking through the papers, already overwhelmed.

Then, when I glanced at him again, my breath caught silently.

He was wearing thin–framed glasses that rested perfectly on the bridge of his nose, and I had to physically look away for a second because it was unfair how attractive he looked like that.

“Let us start with structure,” he said, his tone suddenly serious.

For the next hour, I forgot that he was the same man who had teased me endlessly.

He explained corporate hierarchies with clarity, drawing connections between departments and outlining how power flowed in invisible lines rather than official

charts.

When I asked questions, he did not dismiss them. He answered them thoroughly. He even encouraged me to challenge his perspective.

“Why would you restructure that division instead of replacing the head entirely?” I asked at one point.

“Because loyalty can be redirected,” he replied smoothly. “Removing someone creates enemies. Repositioning them creates debt.”

I stared at him. That idea was both brilliant and terrifying.

He noticed my expression and smirked faintly. “Corporate strategy is rarely clean.”

He was patient when I misunderstood something. He did not talk down to me. Instead, he guided me toward the answer until I reached it myself.

“You see?” he said when I finally connected two concepts together. “You are not incompetent. You just need context.”

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4Thompked – Bad Hodent

Finished

“You do not start at the top,” he added calmly, “You survive at the bottom first.”

Hours passed without me noticing.

At some point. he removed his watch and rolled his sleeves up higher, leaning over the table as he pointed at a document in front of me. I became aware of how close he was.

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