Page 162 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

The drive back to Christopoulos University was swift, but every second of it chipped away at the prince’s armor, and by the time he reached the university’s standalone library, tension had made him stiff and grim-faced, and it didn’t help when the skies turned overcast in a blink.

Rain started to fall, and one of his bodyguards rushed to him, handing the prince an umbrella. Nodding his thanks, he stood outside the library and waited for Grant Bennett to show up.

An entire half hour passed, and yet the prince remained where he was.

A sardonic smile touched his lips.

You can’t fucking fool yourself, Reid Chalkias.

From the very start, he knew this was a setup, knew from the very start that Grant Bennett had no intention to show up. But he had come anyway because it had given him an alibi.

A reason to go to a place where hemightsee her—-

And finally, he did see her.

Well played, Bennett.

The prince watched Fawn step out of the school building across the street, hair swept up in a ponytail and her curves hidden under a loose black dress.

He watched her hungrily, obsessively-—

Whatever Bennett’s ulterior motive was for making the prince see her again, it didn’t fucking matter.

What mattered was that he was able to see her again onelasttime.

One last time, he promised himself doggedly, and then he would really stay away from her for good, let her live in peace without murderous threats hanging over her head for each and every damn day of her life.

One last time.

The prince was about to turn away when he saw Fawn slowly but steadily walk down the building’s front steps, leaving the roofed area.

Rain slashed down on her, and still she continued to walk.

What the hell?

She began walking away, heading to where he knew her dorm building was, and for one moment the prince could only stare in complete incomprehension.

Did she fucking plan to walk all the way to her place in the rain?

When it looked like she was going to do just that, the prince didn’t even think—-

He broke into a run, and even with water splashing under his pounding footsteps, Fawn didn’t look up, and her pace didn’t falter.

The prince reached her, blocking her way, and as he held his umbrella over her, he demanded furiously, “Are you an idiot?” He watched Fawn lift her head ever so slowly.

Oh God.

Brown eyes made dull by too much pain gazed up at him.

“Prince?”

He whitened.

“Is it r-really you?”

Her voice broke, and so did he.

The umbrella fell to the ground as the prince hauled her into his arms.

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