Page 299 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

Her

DIANA COULDN'T BELIEVEwhat Bernie was saying.

Sick?The professor had called insick?

Looking around, she saw that the rest of the class appeared as bewildered as she was, none of them able to picture any kind of illness daring to befall on someone as intimidatingly and vibrantly virile as the professor.

The TA left as soon as he had their worksheets distributed, and for several moments all Diana could do was stare at the piece of paper in her hand.

Back when she still lived under her mother's thumb, she neither thought of Mondays as manic nor mundane. Instead, they were Morbid Mondays to her, with Diana forced to attend board meetings and pretend she was okay with Esther's illegal maneuverings. Mondays were also for social dinners and playing nice with whichever latest bachelor Esther believed to be rich, foolish, and docile enough to pass as her future son-in-law.

Since last Monday though, she had started thinking of the first day of the week asmagical.

Magical Mondays.

That was how she had thought of it, rather whimsically she knew, and it was all because Monday meant being able to see him. Hear him speak. It meant being able tobaskin his presence.

But now this.

Diana:The TA just told us you called in sick. :( Are you okay?

Matthijs:Better now, because I know you're worried about me.

It was so rare to catch the professor in the mood to play, and her heart skipped a beat despite knowing this couldn't mean anything.

Diana:I'm okay with foregoing tomorrow's consultation so you can rest some more.

Matthijs:Don't you know by now, my darling? The sight of you is a better cure than a gallon of antibiotics. And the feel of you...makes me fucking immortal, baby.

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