I Quit Being My Genius Boyfriend’s Nanny Chapter 03

I Quit Being My Genius Boyfriend’s Nanny Chapter 03

“You can’t even pour coffee properly?”

“Do you know these hands do experiments?”

His tone was harsh.

“Come on, Cole—are you more worried about me or the experiment?”

Grace pretended to be annoyed, but then she noticed my arm.

It was bright red. She gasped.

“Cole, Luna’s burned pretty bad! Go get some ointment!”

Cole frowned and pulled my arm closer to check.

Once he saw no one was around, he gently blew on it and lowered his voice.

“Does it hurt? Wait here—I’ll grab you something.”

But I never got that ointment.

He took Grace to the lab and forgot about me.

Soaked from the rain and burned—by the afternoon, I had a fever.

Maybe I looked awful enough that he noticed for once.

Cole actually left work early and drove me home.

Tonight, I was going to tell him: no wedding. I was leaving.

Halfway there, Grace suddenly perked up in the passenger seat.

“Cole, take the other route! Dr. Grant’s giving a lecture tonight—the one on our research direction!”

His eyes lit up.

“We can’t miss this.”

“But… Luna’s not feeling well. Shouldn’t we drop her off first?”

He glanced at his watch. “No—traffic’s bad. We’ll be late.”

Then he turned to me. “Luna, get out. Take a cab. We’ll be home soon—I promise.”

I barely had time to step out before the black Audi sped off.

I nearly passed out on the side of the road.

Two hours later, I stumbled home, soaked and shivering.

The dishes from the weekend were still in the sink.

The geniuses didn’t do chores. That was my job.

Once I asked Grace to hang up the laundry.

Cole picked a fight with me over it.

It didn’t matter—I was moving out anyway.

I collapsed on the couch, ignoring the mess.

Then the algorithm showed me exactly what I didn’t want to see:

the lecture they’d gone to.

I didn’t understand a word of it.

But during the Q&A, Cole walked up to the mic, holding Grace’s hand.

They made a good pair. The crowd whistled.

The host asked: “Are you two together?”

Grace smiled. “We’ve been classmates since kindergarten. Same research direction too.”

Students in the audience cheered.

“You’re so lucky—you must never run out of things to talk about!”

Grace nodded. “Find someone who shares your passion.”

“That’s the most important thing.”

Cole added: “I agree with her. Don’t settle for someone who weighs you down.”

Weighs you down.

I laughed to myself.

But Asperger’s has its deficits.

They couldn’t tie their shoes in elementary school—I knelt down to help.

In middle school, they couldn’t navigate the bus—I held their hands.

In college, I cleaned their dorm and nursed their fevers.

I’d given up my life for them.

That night, the institute’s power couple went viral on TikTok.

It showed everything—from kindergarten to the lab.

Every sign they were made for each other.