The Prodigy Boy Is Actually A 25 Old Girl!?

Declan 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 Black? Mister Black!"

Declan 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 Declan's speech and asked something unexpected.

"…" Declan did not like anyone interrupting his talking. Although Nicholas Larson was his savior and felt indebted to this boy, Declan 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 black 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.

Alas, he remembered he had a meeting with his managers, and he was almost late, so he had to refuse this request.

"I plan 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." Declan 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 Declan 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 Black,"

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

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

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

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

Jeb!

It was as if Declan 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.

Declan 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.

Nicholas was his savior eight years ago, and all this time, Declan 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.

Declan was still thinking about this even though he was already in his company meeting room. He heard various reports such as cooperative projects with companies in the UK began to show profits or branches of companies 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 in company A that was more successful than company B.

Declan glanced 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 glanced with confusion at their superiors. It was not uncommon for Declan Black 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.

Declan 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, Declan contacted his two friends.

Exactly at four o'clock in the afternoon, Declan had finished three glasses 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 platinum-haired best friend's question, Declan stood up and hugged the young man making Axelard stunned.

"Uhm… what are you doing?"

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

The woman he hugged laughed a little and returned Declan'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 Declan had not let her go.

Declan 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 Axelard rolled his eyes.

"Louisa, he's drunk."

"I'm not." denied Declan.

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