Falling for the Goddess

The Dinner

Of course, Adrian Blake wasn't interested.

He glanced at his watch and said coolly, "I have a meeting this afternoon."

Lucas Graves had expected this, so he didn't push. Instead, he quickly said, "Give me just one minute."

He pulled out his phone and snapped a photo through the glass window.

Inside the lab, Sara Hart was wearing a white lab coat, her hair neatly tied up, revealing her slender neck. She had rubber gloves on and was holding a test tube. Her expression was focused, and she seemed to be explaining something to the two male students beside her, who were nodding attentively. It looked like she was teaching them.

Lucas Graves was a bit surprised. The Sara Hart he had seen the other day was quiet, reserved, and delicate - following Adrian Blake around like a harmless little rabbit. But today, she looked composed, confident, and professional. There was a certain charm in the way she worked.

It was quite unexpected. He wondered how Adrian Blake would feel if he saw her like this.

Satisfied with the photo, Lucas Graves slipped his phone back into his pocket and returned to Adrian Blake's side, acting as if he hadn't just indulged in a moment of immaturity by stopping to admire a beautiful woman.

"All done. Let's go," he said calmly, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing him return to his usual serious demeanor, the people around him followed suit, pretending not to notice anything unusual.

"Mr. Graves, Mr. Blake, this way, please..."

As they walked, Lucas Graves nudged Adrian Blake with his elbow and lowered his voice, testing the waters. "I heard your wife goes to this university too. Do you know which department she's in?"

Adrian Blake gave him a blank look, his tone unchanged. "I haven't paid attention."

Lucas Graves rolled his eyes, already expecting that response. He smirked and asked with a hint of mischief, "Don't you want to know?"

Adrian Blake shot him a cold glance. "Are you that bored?"

Lucas Graves: ...

Alright, fine. If Adrian Blake wasn't curious, he wouldn't say anything.

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Inside the lab, Sara Hart was helping two younger students with an experiment.

The undergraduates were preparing for their final year theses, and those who wanted to continue their studies had already found professors to guide them through the process. Although Professor Baker wasn't taking any more students, his assistant, Xiao Dao, was. Their research group was well-funded and well-known, so they still attracted plenty of eager students.

The two younger students Sara Hart was guiding were preparing for their thesis work. She was giving them some simple instructions to ensure they didn't run into any problems later.

"Sara, I think someone's watching us from outside," one of the students couldn't help but glance towards the door.

Sara Hart looked over as well. There were a few curious freshmen in military training uniforms peeking in, but that wasn't unusual. She had gotten used to it.

"Don't worry about it," she said with a smile, returning her attention to the experiment. She continued giving them instructions on how to handle the equipment properly.

After resting at home for a few days, Sara Hart had returned to the lab. She wasn't used to being idle and preferred the routine of lab work - conducting experiments, reading research papers. The busy, structured life gave her a sense of security.