Carlo wasn’t lying.
When Lyla arrived at the university and checked the student system, she received a notification confirming Carlo’s enrollment in the graduate program.
She knew there was no escaping him now.
In the first class that morning, Lyla spotted Carlo the moment she stepped into the lecture hall. He was dressed in a gray hoodie, loose sweatpants, and sneakers, his usual clean-shaven look making him appear several years younger, blending in effortlessly with the other students around him.
A few stylish girls were gathered around him, chatting and laughing. When Lyla entered, Carlo raised a hand to wave at her. "Hi, Professor Sinclair, I was just telling them about your impressive research in b**m psychology. Do you think we could be lucky enough to learn some of that here?"
