Page 358 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

Oh, Professor.

Who would've thought this was possible, for a scoundrel like you to quote the Bible just to woo and entice a girl to come back?

Seeing that her poor lawyer was virtually scratching his head at his cryptic response, she said softly, "He's saying he's going to wait me out."

"Oh." Her lawyer fell back against his seat. "And, uh, you're okay with that?"

She could only smile and shrug, and after that she left in a hurry.

She made it as far as the backseat before despair engulfed her, and her tears flowed endlessly.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

It had been five days, four hours, and ten minutes since she had last laid eyes on him. And then it would be just a few hours more until tomorrow's final defense, and she would see him.

One last time.

She knew she was doing the right thing. She knew that. But somehow, she just couldn't make herself move on, couldn't even make herself stop taking her medications even though there shouldn't be any need for it.

Because they were over.

Weren't they?

I love you, I love you, I love you.

And suddenly, she could no longer stop herself, her fingers scrambling for her phone, and then she was typing the words even as the tears continued to splash over the screen.

I love you so much.

The professor answered right away, and her shoulders started to shake, laughter mixed in with tears.

Songs 4:9.

Oh, Professor.

It was almost as if he was playing with her.

Songs was the one book in the bible that didn't speak of laws and teachings but instead expressed the yearnings of the heart. Songs, however, was also one of the few books that she rarely read, and so she found herself clicking on her bible app just to read the verses.

Thou hast ravished my heart,

my sister, my spouse;

Thou hast ravished my heart

with one of thine eyes,

with one chain of thy neck.

She covered her face with her hands, but it was not enough to stop herself from sobbing.

She gasped for breath, but it was not enough to drown the sound of his words drumming inside her mind.

She begged for help—

Please.

Saint M, please.

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