Everett, once again demonstrating his unwavering determination to learn, meticulously researched everything he didn't understand.
He had no idea how long he had been reading when his eyes started aching. Rubbing them tiredly, he reached out and switched off the bright desk lamp, instantly plunging the room into darkness.
The glow from the streetlights seeped through the glass window, casting soft shadows on his slightly exhausted face. Everett thought back to Aurora's hysterical reaction afterward, recalling her words…
His brows furrowed deeply. He stood up, his entire demeanor exuding a refined elegance, yet his expression remained as cold as ice. His eyes shimmered with a complex light, though the growing conflict in his heart gradually dimmed them.
Aurora… she really doesn't seem to like me.