As he and Bianca left the lecture hall, he got his answer. The afternoon sun was bright, and Dylan was walking on the outside, shielding Noreen from the glare. His face was turned toward her, his gaze intense and undisguised. It was a look of pure, unabashed adoration.
The sight made Bianca’s expression freeze. She watched them for a moment, took a deep breath, and the coldness in her eyes vanished.
Henry saw it too. He was a man; he knew what a man looked like when he was looking at the woman he loved. He was stunned, then frowned. He hadn’t realized Dylan was so blinded by love that he would go to such lengths to help Noreen. But even with all his efforts, it wouldn’t matter if Noreen didn’t have the ability to back it up.
Noreen and Dylan walked out of the campus gates and saw Seth waiting by the road. He was obviously there to pick up Bianca. His gaze faltered for a second when he saw the two of them emerge together.
Noreen didn’t look at him. She turned to Dylan. “Did you drive or take a car?”
Dylan hesitated for a beat. “I took a car.”
Noreen didn’t question it. “Then I’ll give you a ride.”
“Okay,” he said, having hoped for exactly that. He had actually driven, but he lied for the chance to spend more time with her. It was only when they got in that he saw she had a driver. It wasn’t the private time he had hoped for, but he was content.
As the car pulled away, Dylan glanced back through the tinted window at Seth. Seth had already averted his gaze and was walking toward Bianca. Dylan then looked at Noreen. She was engrossed in her phone, dealing with work messages, looking completely indifferent to Seth’s presence. A weight lifted from Dylan’s chest. No one knew how long he had waited for this day. He knew Noreen’s personality; she would never start a new relationship until she had completely moved on from the old one. If he had confessed his feelings before, she would have rejected him. But now, the time was finally right. If it weren’t for the IPO and her exams, he would tell her right then and there. *Just a little longer,* he told himself. They already had their date set. His long wait was almost over.
If Seth hadn’t been there, Henry would have gladly accepted. But with him present, he lost all interest and made up an excuse.
“Some other time, then,” Bianca said, then turned her attention back to Seth. “Didn’t Gillian say this afternoon’s meeting was critical? Why was it canceled? Don’t tell me you did it just to pick me up.”
“You figured me out,” Seth said, his tone indulgent.
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