My Husband Froze My Card on My Birthday novel Chapter 113

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.”

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.]

[Academic power couple wins international award together–this is Emily’s perfect match.]

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They discovered that core viewpoints and passages were highly similar to an unpublished article, with multiple obvious.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!]

[No wonder he rose fast and fell fast–no real substance!]

[One wins international academic awards bringing honor to the country, the other needs ghostwriters for his graduation

thesis. What a contrast!)

Blake’s company had tried to salvage the situation, forcefully promoting two singles during his scandal period, but the

response was lukewarm.

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 lifelong collaborator for all future research projects?:

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.”

I smiled. “Thank you. Of course I’ll be happy.”

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?”

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