Falling For The Billionaire Heir

Chapter 54



Later that day at night, Helen stared at her laptop screen and groaned, “my back,” she yawned.

Jane smiled at her friend. They were sitting at the dining table. It was after eleven, and Helen was tired. She was trying to complete the last chapter of her project, which she would submit to her supervisor the following day.

It was a few weeks before their final examinations would start. So they were burning the candle from both ends now.

Helen stood up and walked to the guest toilet to splash cold water on her face. Jane on her own drank coffee earlier, so she wasn’t having much trouble keeping awake. Helen didn’t like to take coffee at night because the caffeine always affected her even hours later. She returned to the table to continue her typing.

The water she splashed on her face seemed to work. For the next hour and twenty minutes, she concentrated on her work as her fingers danced across the keyboard.

She read over her work twice, correcting the errors for another twenty minutes before she then saved her work and sent it to her supervisor’s mail.

But she still had to print it out and take it to him. That was how her supervisor operated. You will submit both the soft and hard copies to him.

“I think I am done here,” her friend announced and stretched her body.

“I’m through too,” Helen said, stifling a yawn.

Jane left her there in the sitting room after they’ve agreed to get ready for school at nine thirty. Their first lecture was at ten am.

At nine thirty-four am, the two friends left the house, feeling refreshed after a good night’s sleep.

“I’m craving your potato casserole for dinner,” Helen smiled at her friend as she stopped her car in the student’s parking space minutes after they left the house. She liked the way Jane made her potato casserole, with cayenne pepper and a little dash of black pepper.

It was always delicious with a special taste to it. She had tried several times, but her own doesn’t come out the same way. She accepted it was a southern thing.

“Me too,” Jane unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door. “Potatoes have been on my mind for days now. No problem, it’s potatoes and chicken for dinner tonight.” Helen smiled and gave her friend a thumbs up. “Yea!” She said excitedly.

They both got out of the car and walked to the lecture theater.

After her last lecture later that day at three pm, while Jane was attending her elective class, Helen went to see her supervisor.

She had very high regard for her supervisor, the distinguished Professor Lucas Thomas, like everyone in the department. He had been very supportive since she started her project and she already told her husband she would like to give him something valuable when he retires in a few months. Darin had said it was alright.

Prof. flipped to the second page of the A4 sheets Helen had just given to him. He nodded and looked up. “This is good,” he croaked. “I mean the paragraphs I have read so far.” He shifted the books and files on his desk to create a space for her folder. The Professor smiled at her as one would at a beloved daughter.

He closed the folder, “let’s see tomorrow at two pm.” He looked into her eyes, “does that work for you?” “Yes sir, it’s fine,” Helen stood up smiling slowly. She pushed her chair back. “Thank you, sir,”

“Take care of yourself,” he said to her back as she opened the door and let herself out of his office. Students moved about in the corridor: some with their books in their hands, some with backpacks and bags hung onto their backs and shoulders. While some others moved about freely.

She exchanged greetings with some students who clustered together along the corridor and with a classmate who was standing alone as she walked to the car park.

She brought out her phone and called Darin.

“Hello, bubba,” she said, giggling the moment he picked the call.

“Hi honey,” he answered, giggling too.

“I’m good,” she replied.

“Have you finished your lectures for the day?”

“Yes,” she said. “But I’m still in school waiting for Jane to finish her last lecture. What about you?”

“I’m good,” he told her. “I just came back from a meeting with a prospective investor.”

“I hope it went fine,” she asked.

“Of course it did. Though this is the preliminary stage, anyway.”

“I miss you so much,” Helen moaned into the phone, changing their line of conversation abruptly.

“I miss you too, babe,” he whispered into the phone. “Do you want me to come over to Oregon this weekend?”

He asked her, with her final exams very close, she had told him she wouldn’t go home until she finished writing her exams.

“Are you serious?” She asked, her voice a higher.

“Yeah,” he gave her a belly laugh. “I want to come. Would you like me to come over?”From NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes, yes,” she was excited.

“Then I will come,” he assured her. “But on Saturday, I have a business dinner meeting on Friday and I’m sure it will run pretty late.”

“Saturday is okay,” she said in an emotion laden voice. “Thank you, bubba. I love you.”

“I love you too, honey,” he said in a husky voice.

Jane appeared by the passenger seat down and waved at her friend.

“Jane is here,” Helen announced to her husband.

“That’s okay,” Darin said. “I will call you when I get home from work.”

“I will be expecting your call,” she said and ended the call.

Darin smiled at the thin air and dropped his cellphone back on his desk. Things are falling into place, he thought to himself before he heard a knock at his door.

“Come in,” he called out.

The door opened and his younger brother walked in.

“Hey buddy,” Darin said, picking up the pen in front of him. “How are you doing?”

“I’m great,” Dillion loosened his tie and took a seat opposite his brother.


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