Den did not realize his eyes could not shift from the young teenager''s smile and the light of the young man''s eyes that seemed to shine beautifully. He even felt his heart pounding because of the young man''s smile.


    What is this?


    "Mister ck? Mister ck!"


    Den cleared his throat several times to break free of his reverie. "You can go."


    "Uhm… about that extra lesson."


    "We will start…"


    "Can we start today?" for the umpteenth time, Kaylee interrupted Den''s speech and asked something unexpected.


    "…" Den did not like anyone interrupting his talking. Although Nichs Larson was his savior and felt indebted to this boy, Den still did not like this child interrupting his speech.


    But… why does he not feel irritated at all? He did not even reprimand this young man and let him interrupt his speech repeatedly.


    Plus, a pair of ck eyes that shone like stars at night, as well as his voice filled with high expectations, made him, for some reason, unable to refuse this boy''s request.


    s, he remembered he had a meeting with his managers, and he was almostte, so he had to refuse this request.


    "I n to start it next week. But if you want to get started quickly, we can start tomorrow."


    "Really?"


    "Now go. I still have some business." Den tried to evict this young man indiscriminately.


    For some reason, his heart felt like a bomb that could explode at any time if he continued to be with Nick.


    The innocent Kaylee didn''t get the clue that Den drove her away and was not offended by the man''s rude tongue. Instead, Kaylee tidied up her idol''s music sheet and stored it in the yellow folder.


    Then she said goodbye to go and walk out. But as she opened the door, Kaylee remembered something.


    "Mister ck,"


    Den, who had breathed a sigh of relief as Kaylee walked away from him, now became rigid in his ce.


    Why does his name sound so sweet when Nichs calls his name?


    Den nced at the young man with a raised eyebrow as if asking, ''What now?''


    "I forgot to say something. ck Moon is my idol, and now, you are my favorite professor."


    Jeb!


    It was as if Den could hear the sound of arrows piercing his heart as he saw a smile as sweet as honey and a radiant expression like the sun rising on the eastern horizon.


    Den raised one hand and moved towards his left chest as his office door closed tightly. He swear he could still feel the rapid beating in his heart!


    What is this?


    Why is he even pounding by this boy? He didn''t even feel the throbbing like this when he was with Roe!


    Is it possible that he closed his heart to a woman for so long that his preference began to change? Is he now turning gay like the rumors spread by girls who do not like him?


    No. That is not possible.


    Definitely just a coincidence.


    Nichs was his savior eight years ago, and all this time, Den thought Nick was a girl. For eight years, he thought of the girl and tried his best to track the girl''s whereabouts in New York.


    That is why, when he found strong evidence that Nick was his savior, his heart unconsciously returned to his feelings eight years ago.


    He had to avoid Nick so that he would not fall deeper by this illegal feeling.


    He is straight, for goodness sake. His mother would faint if she knew he likes the same gender even though he was pretty sure he likes girls.


    Den was still thinking about this even though he was already in hispany meeting room. He heard various reports such as cooperative projects withpanies in the UK began to show profits or branches ofpanies in other cities started to weaken.


    His ears listened to their progress and suggestions, but his brain could not concentrate on this meeting.


    He did not even respond when one of them asked for his opinion on the increase in shares inpany A that was more sessful thanpany B.


    Den nced at the directors, who now looked at him in amazement and straightened his body while tidying up his expensive suit.


    "Send me the proposal letter, and I will see if it will bring benefit to us. Let''s call it a day."


    The directors exchanged nced with confusion at their superiors. It was not umon for Den ck to end a meeting without a definite conclusion. Even more unusual, the man daydreamed in the middle of the meeting and did not criticize each division''s performance.


    They felt confused at the same time, feeling incredibly relieved. For this day, their ears are saved from the harsh earful critic of the CEO, and they are allowed to leave this room faster.


    Den did not care about his managers'' stares and immediately got up and left the room. After handing over the rest of his work to his faithful assistant, Den contacted his two friends.


    Exactly at four o''clock in the afternoon, Den had finished three sses of margarita when his two friends came to their favorite bar.


    "Hey, Deck. It''s so unusual you have a drink on a weekday. I thought you don''t like to get drunk at work time?"


    Without answering his tinum-haired best friend''s question, Den stood up and hugged the young man making Axrd stunned.


    "Uhm… what are you doing?"


    Den let go of his hug and turned to a honey-haired woman with beautiful green eyes and hugged the woman tightly.


    The woman he huggedughed a little and returned Den''s hug with open arms.


    "As I thought. I would rather hug a girl than a man."


    "Are you picking a fight with me?" Axel grumbled, feeling he was being made a third wheel. "When will you let go of each other?"


    "How should I know? He doesn''t let me go." the woman tried to break it off, but Den had not let her go.


    Den shook his head as he tightened his hug. "Let me hold you like this for a while."


    "Ugh! Get a room." rumbled Axel while walking toward the bartender. "How much did he drink?"


    The bartender showed him three digits of his fingers, making Axrd rolled his eyes.


    "Louisa, he''s drunk."


    "I''m not." denied Den.


    "I think he is.." giggled Louisa agreed to Axel''sment.