Boyfriend says I’m too much—Someone else’s turn Chapter 13

Boyfriend says I’m too much—Someone else’s turn Chapter 13

Asher didn’t understand the meaning of “no.”

He kept following me.

“You won’t like that vegetable juice.*

He said it casually when he saw me pick up a green bottle.

But I’d always had a rebellious streak–and when it came to Asher, that streak doubled

I twisted the cap open, took a sip, and immediately turned around, looking for somewhere to spit it out

He laughed beside me, eyes curving slightly.

Laughed.

In the three years we were together, I’d barely ever seen him smile.

Since I couldn’t shake him off, I stopped trying and just let him follow.

When he walked behind me, he would naturally help translate German.

He was good at conveying information, and clearly familiar with many of the researchers present

I hadn’t heard much about him over the past few years, but it was obvious now–he was well–known in the fed of

physics.

After going around like this, I actually managed to piece together the fragmented details of the case

By now, it was midnight local time, and the suspect still hadn’t been identified

That left two problems.

First, with so many high–profile scientists gathered here, the cost of this conference was enormous had occurred, should it even continue?

Second, was there a risk the killer would strike again?

According to Adrian’s analysis, the answer to the second one was yes.

This was clearly a revenge killing

After the murder, the killer had used the victim’s blood to write, in German. None of wzu

Who exactly “you” referred to–and what the killer planned to do next–remained unclear.

djusted to the time difference.

tending to rest for a moment.

alized my head was resting on someone’s lap.

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terrelied trangerly familiar

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hit me and shot upright.

called his nam

But he si

tappe

* hint of sweetness

ack–rimmed glasses on his nose glasses I didn’t even remember him putting on–and

ch his pen

ammatical issues here”

ginal meaning should be more like this…”

he had marked and revised were, indeed, much

strange.

eople who had ended things so abruptly fi

Then, I wouldn’t have even dared hor

od up, planning to step outside

stood too, following beha

ment later

shoulders

now sitting here, calmly discussing notes.

ganize my notes, Asher.

outside don’t catch a chill”

to look at him.

The snow had stopped, but it felt even colder outside.

I glanced at his thin shirt.

But I no longer felt the urge to worry about him, to wonder if he was cold.

He could freeze out here, and it wouldn’t be my concern.

“The Zeigarnik effect.” I said.

“People tend to fixate on things that were interrupted or left unfinished.”

“Being broken up with–it works the same way, Asher. You’re just… unwilling to accept it.”

“You can’t accept that I was the one who ended things. You’re not used to something suddenly stopping.”

“But that’s a normal psychological response. I’m explaining it to you clearly now.”

“This isn’t love. It’s not that you still like me.”

“It’s just that the person who used to take care of everything for you is gone, and you’re struggling to adjust. That’s all.”

“So there’s no need to hold on. It’s been years. There are plenty of people more suitable for you than me, and you’ve

never lacked people who like you.”

“So now do you understand?”

“We’re over. Completely over.”

“Don’t look for me again. Don’t follow me anymore, okay? I-”

“No.”

It was sudden.

He pulled me into his arms.

He really was cold.

Snowmelt seeped into his sleeves. I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel him trembling.

“That’s not it.”

“I didn’t stop liking you. I didn’t stop loving you. I’ve thought about this over and over all these years. I’m not struggling to adjust–I just…”

He paused.

for a moment le voice seemed to disappear into the cold air

But i could be has bathing–unsteady, catching

Like something long prepared and yet spoken in a rush

Tm wry‘

I puhed gar hiis, out the didn’t let go

“Alright. You’ve spinged Asher

If you don’t let go I’m calling the police”