Page 310 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

That the skies wept for him instead.

This is the only way I can protect you, my darling.

Cut out my heart so yours can keep beating.

Him

You Won't See Me Crying by Passage (Acoustic)

THE PROFESSOR HAD NEVERthought losing her would hurt this much.

It had been two weeks since everything had blown up in his face, and he had thought he would be long over it by now.

But he wasn't.

The only times he saw her these days were in class, and it fucking killed him, the way she never even looked at him in the eye and spoke only when he specifically called her out. As for their private consultations, she basically ignored all of his summons, and even though this gave him every reason to flunk her, big idiot that he was, he still kept her on the fucking roster and found himself sending her emails from his private address.

If you're going to keep acting like a child about this, then at least email me a copy of your draft so I can take a fucking look. Whether you want to admit it, you need my help. I've attached a couple of articles that you'd do well to read. It should help you, whatever direction you've decided to take with your paper.

But every single one of them had gone unanswered, and her silence flayed him alive.

He knew this was what he wanted. Was how he needed it to be. He fucking knew. But it didn't - couldn't - change the way he felt.

He missed her.

He goddamn missed her.

He missed her to the point that she haunted every damn conscious second of his existence. He would be having a meeting with a couple board members of the university, and she would suddenly pop up in front of him, a ghost of the past, head bowed, knees crashing to the ground. He would be in his private box at the Royal Opera House, and in the middle of someone's fucking aria, the sound of her cries would ring in his ears.

I just want to know why.

Just please tell me why.

Tell me why.

And he would find himself laughing his head off, laughing like a fucking hyena that those seated at nearby boxes had turned to look at him like he was insane.

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