After Mom Remarried and Moved into the Crestwell Residence

: Lovesick Brain

3

Even though I'd figured out that Wyatt Crestwell and I were clearly in a case of mutual pining—and our feelings for each other were practically unstoppable—there was a problem.

The problem now was this!

There was absolutely no way for us to make a breakthrough!

Wyatt Crestwell was impossibly cold and aloof. Waiting for him to make the first move would be like waiting for the sky to fall and the universe to collapse.

I couldn't help but get a headache.

When I got to school, I saw a crowd gathered in front of the notice board, looking at something.

It had nothing to do with me, anyway.

If my name ever appeared on the notice board, I'd probably wake up from my sleep laughing.

Just then, my best friend, Tiana Shaw, waved me over. "Hurry, come look! The early admissions list is out."

The early admissions list?

That had even less to do with me.

I really didn't want to join the crowd. What was the point of getting all sweaty in a mob?

But right at that moment, I heard my best friend yell, "Oh my God, Wyatt Crestwell got early admission to Northwood Graduate School!"

Huh?

Wyatt Crestwell?

Northwood Graduate School?

As if I'd been shot with adrenaline, I plunged straight into the crowd.

When I saw with my own two eyes that the very first name on the honor roll was Wyatt Crestwell, my mind went blank.

I had to admit, Wyatt Crestwell was truly outstanding.

Whether it was his academics or his looks, he was simply exceptional.

Even now, living with him, I hadn't found a single flaw in him.

The guy would come out for breakfast in the morning already completely showered and dressed; I'd never even seen him look the least bit sloppy.

Except for—

his rich inner drama.

On the way to the classroom with my best friend, I remained silent.

My mind was racing. 'Now that Wyatt Crestwell is going to Northwood, what am I going to do?'

'If we can't see each other anymore, how the hell is our relationship supposed to go anywhere?'

'Is our mutual pining just going to die a quiet death like this?'

My best friend chattered on, still fawning over Wyatt Crestwell.

"I seriously wonder what kind of girl will end up with a cold, handsome god like him. I'm so excited to see!"

"Do you think maybe Wyatt Crestwell doesn't like girls at all? I mean, a guy that perfect seems more like the original template for humanity."

I snorted inwardly.

'Doesn't like girls, my foot. He's totally smitten, okay?'

It's just that our relationship was currently at a freezing point.

Now, he was off to Northwood for grad school, while I was here looking for a job.

This must be the gap between people they talk about, right?

It's true what they say: comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable!

My best friend didn't know that Wyatt Crestwell and I were family now, so she was still going on about how good the genes in his family must be.

All I could think was, 'Leave me out of it.'

Soon, the annual Spring Recruitment Fair began.

I'd been so focused on my senior thesis that I was completely clueless now that it was time to find a job. I even had to pull an all-nighter just to throw my resume together.

In the morning, I was frantically editing my resume, sporting two huge dark circles and chewing on a piece of toast.

No matter how I looked at it, something felt off, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was.

Just then, Wyatt Crestwell walked past behind me.

He sat down beside me, looking as calm as a summer breeze, but inwardly his mind was a raging tempest.

'Is Rory working on her resume? The Spring Recruitment Fair is about to start. Why is she pulling all-nighters to do it? It breaks my heart to see her like this!'

'This color scheme is way too gaudy. How should I tell her?'

Hmm?

Gaudy color scheme?

I held my laptop screen further away and realized he was right.

It was all pinks and yellows. A single glance was aesthetically exhausting.

This guy… he knew his stuff.

I cleared my throat and deliberately scooted closer to Wyatt with my laptop.

"Wyatt, could you help me take a look at my resume and see if there are any other problems?"

'Since we're family, why should I be polite?'

In contrast to my coy act on the surface, Wyatt's mind was now exploding with excitement.

'Rory actually came to me for help!'

'Maybe I should just rewrite her resume for her? It's not like it's hard.'

I immediately shoved the laptop into his arms. 'Yes, please!'

The next second, I met Wyatt Crestwell's confused gaze.

'Oops, can't let him find out.'

"Wyatt, you have more experience with this stuff, so please take a good look for me. If I get a job, I'll treat you to dinner!"

The allure of a free meal was unbelievably effective.

I could feel the little man inside Wyatt's head practically jumping for joy.

'Rory wants to treat me to dinner? Does that mean a world for just the two of us?'

'Rory is too good to me. Could it be… that Rory likes me?'

I found it hilarious and had to turn away to hide my smile.

After all, who would have thought that the normally cold and aloof guy was secretly so obsessed with romance?

But I had to hand it to him, Wyatt Crestwell was truly diligent. He went ahead and completely redesigned my resume for me.

The new resume had a simple, minimalist style in light blue, and it was a soothing sight to behold.

Anyone who didn't know better would think it was made by some industry tycoon.

"Thanks, Wyatt! You're the best!"

I gave him a sly grin and laid the flattery on thick.

Sure enough, I heard his inner voice again.

'Rory praised me! I'm so happy!'

Just then, Mom came out carrying two glasses of warm milk. Seeing Wyatt Crestwell and me getting along so well must have made her feel even more pleased.

"Rory, you should really learn from your brother. He just got early admission into Northwood Graduate School, you know."

I nodded perfunctorily. Growing up, Wyatt Crestwell had always been the model child every parent compared their own kid to.

I usually just let those kinds of comments go in one ear and out the other.