After learning what happened behind the scenes, Corbyn's expression changed. Mixed feelings swirled in his chest. He thought that he should be touched and grateful, but on the contrary, he felt even more dispirited.He gave Jeff a nasty look. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. Nonetheless, I will not interfere with his work, so please stop bothering me!"Jeff's anger boiled. He laughed coldly. "Fine, do what you want. It's not like there's a lack of fund managers on Well's Street. I had simply heard good things about him, which was why I thought I should show him some patience and sincerity. "It's one thing for him to not be interested in my proposal, but who are you to be giving me an attitude? Who the hell are you? Your biggest accomplishment is just sleeping with Dean and pleasuring him in exchange for some spare change."Corbyn had never been ridiculed like this before. His face immediately turned red, and he clenched his fists tightly. He wanted to swing his
Liesel had spoken with an amicable smile on her face, as though she was inviting him into the conversation for the sake of including him.However, Corbyn had no clue what they were even talking about, much less be able to weigh in. Liesel had only done that to put him in a difficult position.The few people in the conversation turned to look at Corbyn expectantly, waiting for him to speak. Corbyn sucked in a breath, preparing himself to say, "I think everyone makes a fair point, but I agree with Dean's perspective the most, because his is the most interesting." Although meaningless, that sentence could be used in any context. At least the conversation wouldn't die awkwardly. Unexpectedly, Corbyn's phone began to ring."Great, what a lifesaver," he thought to himself with relief. Nevertheless, he put on a fake apologetic look and said, "Sorry, but this is a work call. I have to take it."The others nodded politely.Corbyn took his phone and walked over to a quiet corner. Vlad w
Corbyn had long guessed that Liesel would react this way, and he also knew that he was inviting criticism by saying such things when Liesel hadn't crossed any obvious lines.But so what?Corbyn didn't care. He shrugged and said, "If I misunderstood you, then I'm sorry." With that, he pulled Dean away.Liesel was frozen to the spot, looking slightly embarrassed. Thomas tried to give her advice, but she couldn't process anything right now. In truth, she didn't care about Thomas' attempt to comfort her. In fact, she didn't care about Corbyn's taunt either. After all, she was planning to steal someone's man, so she was already mentally prepared to get condemned by the real boyfriend.What she cared about was Dean's reaction.And Dean's reaction was… a lack of reaction.In Liesel's imagination, Dean would have clarified things by saying, "Corey, you're overthinking things. Liesel and I are really just friends." By saying this, it would only infuriate Corbyn further, causing crac
However, Corbyn couldn't listen to these ambiguous statements right now. He laughed coldly. "When you came to Merunica, you never even informed me. You said that it was just going to be one year. "Now, you're staying another year, and you didn't even plan on discussing it with me. The way I see it, you're just going to keep extending your stay for more and more years until you get your green card. You've long forgotten that you have a boyfriend in Kasia, haven't you?""My memory is not that bad," Dean said. "I won't forget.""Then do you remember that you promised that you were only going to be in Merunica for a year?" Corbyn raised his volume, his voice sounding like a tightly wound violin string. "I don't think you even care about me! What's the point of us, then? We should just break up!"Dean didn't expect Corbyn to talk about breaking up again after a mere few days.Even though his heart ached, he also came to a realization. He had learned from the therapist and Liesel that
#A thread in Corbyn's mind snapped.In an instant, his headache went away. The inner turmoil and uneasiness disappeared, leaving behind a deathly stillness.The light faded from his eyes, and they now looked indifferent. He looked as calm as Dean did now."Whatever," he said in a mechanical voice. "Let's break up."Dean was stunned."I'm serious this time," Corbyn said.He didn't know why he had suddenly made up his mind.Dean clearly didn't know that the situation would have taken such a nosedive. Once again, his brain was overloaded and became unable to function. He had turned into a very beautiful statue again.Corbyn waved a hand. "I believe you will respect my decision, right?"Dean slowly returned to his senses. Turning his head robotically, he asked, "What?""You will respect my decision," Corbyn said. "That's the kind of person you are, right? You're rational and principled. Since I'm serious about breaking up, I believe you'll respect that."Hearing Corbyn mention t
"You were an exchange student too?" Kelvin Waters asked Corbyn Bloomberg. "Which university did you attend?"Corbyn replied with the name of a university. Usually, whenever this university was brought up, people would always marvel and exclaim at how smart the students there were.However, Kelvin only burst out laughing instead. "Oh, that one."His reply was short and curt and sounded rather objective, with no negative connotations to it. But it felt like a slap to Corbyn's face.Yet, Corbyn's plight went completely undetected by Dean Hoffman, even if he was just sitting right next to him.Dean was wearing his usual suit-and-tie outfit, looking as smart as always without a single hair out of place. His face was perfectly sculptured, and he exuded class and elegance. His presence was so great that it felt as if he was far superior to anyone who was with him, including his boyfriend, Corbyn.Corbyn always thought that dating Dean was the luckiest thing that had ever happened to h
Kelvin never thought that he would be meeting Corbyn here, of all places. He especially never thought that Corbyn would be the main interviewer at this preschool.He could feel his head swirling. He suddenly recalled Corbyn telling him that he was a Yinglish teacher. So, it still made sense that he taught Yinglish at this preschool.It was just that Kelvin had always looked down on people who graduated overseas and were only qualified enough to teach Yinglish in their home country. He always thought that these people simply didn't have anything better to do. Now, the "someone who had nothing better to do" sitting among the panel of interviewers was looking at him with a distant and nonchalant look on his face.There were two other interviewers aside from Corbyn. However, Corbyn was seated in the center, which strongly hinted that he was the one with the most influence over the decisions made that day.Kelvin suddenly regretted being so haughty and rude to Corbyn at dinner last ni
Corbyn had never planned to lie to Dean from the start.It had been love at first sight for Corbyn. Dean's otherworldly looks had made him the center of attraction wherever he went, with people falling left and right for him.Corbyn first met Dean at a foreign exchange student gathering in Merunica since they had come from the same country. Dean was like honey—thick, elegant, and attractive. It felt as if he could send the entire place into a frenzy if he only just spared them a glance. However, Dean had acted completely nonchalant and oblivious toward everything, like he didn't care how the others fell over their feet trying to please him.He was a lone ranger, as beautiful yet unreachable as the moon. That was exactly what made so many people pine after him.On the other hand, Corbyn wasn't someone who had no such experience prior to this. After all, his wealthy mother loved and often indulged in worldly desires back at home with her boy toys. Paxton even once joked that th