He Knew I Was Lying, But He Kissed Me Anyway Chapter 02

He Knew I Was Lying, But He Kissed Me Anyway Chapter 02

During break, the guys needed an extra player for basketball, and Julian stepped in.

I’d rarely seen him join group stuff.

Once he was on the court, he played hard and sank a bunch of shots in a row.

When he jumped and landed, the wind lifted his shirt.

I caught a glimpse of his abs.

Pretty pale, too.

He won the game.

I went up to hand him some water.

People around us started catcalling.

The class president laughed and said, “Elena, he already turned you down. You still can’t let go?”

Julian took the water, ignoring the noise, and asked me instead:

“Did you finish the physics problems?”

“…”

Yeah.

He’d been giving me study tasks lately.

Big stuff for every subject, all the way down to how many questions to do during each break.

“Almost. I was too busy watching you play.”

“I only played for fifteen minutes. What were you looking at the other thirty?”

He fixed his eyes on me with that intense look.

Full-on pressure.

I wasn’t actually looking at anything—just spacing out.

But I got the feeling he was jealous.

“Are you mad?”

“No.”

He took a sip of water.

I smiled and leaned close to his ear.

“Julian, I just found another reason to like you—you’ve got a great body.

“If I make it into the top twenty next time, can I feel your abs?”

“Cough… you…”

“I’m gonna go study!”

I laughed and ran off to the shade.

When I looked back, his face was beet red.

Julian couldn’t handle teasing at all.

Like when we studied at the library together.

Just accidentally brushing his leg would make him blush.

On the SAT mock exam, I scored in the top twenty of the class.

I went to him for my reward.

Red-faced, he said, “You didn’t specify at the time. I think ranking in the school’s top twenty counts.”

I pouted.

Guess I wasn’t getting to touch those abs.

[This idiot villainess needs to stop taking advantage. It’s not like she’s never seen a guy before—if she’s that desperate, go hire a male escort.]

[It’s laughable. The male lead is supposed to stay pure for the female lead. No way he’s letting you touch him.]

Stay pure, huh.

I froze and never brought up that kind of reward again.

Julian was strict.

If I didn’t hit my study goals, he’d seriously make me correct everything.

He’d even compare my current scores to Harvard’s requirements and push me to step it up.

It almost felt like I was already his girlfriend and we were heading to Harvard to date together.

One night at the library, I got so tired I passed out on the table.

In my dream, I saw Julian with another girl.

After he found out I’d stolen the credit for that letter, he had become a tycoon with total power—and he made sure I could never find a job.

I was depressed and regretful, going out of my mind.

Suddenly, I jolted awake.

There was Julian, sitting upright, still correcting my problems.

He’d boosted my math score a ton lately.

After finishing the paper, he relaxed his brows a little.

“Good job. This time, you only got one big question wrong.”

“Do I get a reward?”

I was scared from that dream and needed some comfort.

He suddenly stammered: “W-what reward do you want?”

“Something I don’t get every day, obviously.”

Julian bit his lip, glanced around, and went red in the ears.

“There are too many people here.”

“So what if there are people?”

“You…”

He hesitated, and was about to lift his shirt.

But I packed up my bag.

“Since I improved, let’s make my reward going home early. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in forever.”

He looked confused. “That’s the reward you want?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

He lowered his head, seeming a little miffed.