FreeGoodNovelChapter 761
"Alright, today, I'm all yours." Lena stretched up on her toes and left a quick kiss on Nate's chin.
But Nate wasn't about that half-hearted action. He pulled her in, kissing her slow and deep, making sure she felt
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Neither of them noticed the black sedan parked nearby, idling for a second before quietly rolling away.
With his phone on silent, Nate was all in for their day together. They hit up a movie, stuffed themselves with
amazing food, and cruised on bikes as the sunset painted the sky.
For once, it was just about her. No interruptions. No distractions. And honestly, it felt perfect everything Lena had
secretly wished for.
But while Nate's phone stayed quiet, Lena's buzzed unexpectedly. A message from Retta popped up:
[Lena, if you don't want Nate's career to crash and burn, make him callback.]
Yikes. Retta wasn't just mad-she was nuclear Apparently, Nate had been dodging her calls all day.
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Later, as the sun dipped low, they flopped onto the grass, sitting back-to-back under the warm, golden light.
Lena hesitated but finally handed Nate her phone. "You should call her back."
Nate caught the way her eyes dimmed. He knew exactly what was on her mind. After all the miles, the sleepless
nights, and the endless waiting to be together again, she was scared to lose him. Truth was, he felt the same.
"It's nothing urgent," he said softly. "And even if it were, it's too late now. Today's about you. | promised."
Her chest tightened. He wasn't just saying it he meant it. She could feel it in the way he looked at her, like
nothing else mattered, even his work.
"You're amazing," Lena whispered, pressing her lips to his.
The setting sun bathed them in a warm glow. A few passersby glanced over, swith smirks, but they were in
their own bubble, too wrapped up in the moment to care.
The spell broke when Lena's phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn't a text. It was Retta, calling directly.
"You should answer," Lena said, shoving the phone at Nate. "Might be something big."
Nate took the call and slapped it on speaker. He didn't even bother saying hello-just
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waited.
"Why didn't you let Nate callback, Lena?" Retta's voice cin sharp. "Do you even understand-"
"Why are you yelling?" Nate cut her off, his tone cool but carrying enough weight to shut anyone up. "If I didn't
answer, it's because nothing urgent should be interrupting me." Cue awkward silence. Then Retta regrouped.
"Prof. Hemington called about someone with a heart condition-been waiting for you all day
Prof. Hemington was their mentor.
Lena caught the way Nate's jaw tightened. Oh yeah, he was not amused.
The mentor card? Yeah, that was a power play, and Nate wasn't here for it.
"I'm busy today," he shot back, zero hesitation. "Tell them to wait until after the conference. If they can't, they
can find someone else."
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"Nate!" Retta's voice rose. "Is hanging out with your girlfriend seriously more important than a request from our
mentor?"
"Yes. Mentors are great. My girlfriend's better. Pass that along, and if they're in such at hurry, they know where to
look for someone else." He hung up, no fanfare.
Lena looked at him. "Sure you don't wanna go? Handle it and meet up later?"
"Nope," Nate said, dead serious. "People who lean on connections without thinking about anyone else? Yeah, that
entitlement needs a reality check. If they want my help, they'll wait.
His resolute attitude made Lena laugh. She grabbed his face. "My Prof. Neumann, serving cool points today.
Speaking of connections, though... I've got a favor to ask too."
"And what's our connection, hmm?" Nate teased, his smirk softening as he leaned in to listen.
Lena slipped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear.
Whatever she said had Nate flushing like a total newbie. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, voice
dropping to a shaky murmur. "Lena..."
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