?<strong>Chapter 929:</strong>


    Dunn had been a name often mentioned by one of his ssmates, whoter got into Dugruayae University.


    Dunn was a legend back then, an admired figure whose reputation preceded him. Aurora, ever curious, would find ways to casually bring him up in conversation, prompting his ssmate to share updates about him.


    If she had known she’d one day sit across from Dunn, sharing a table, she might have thought twice about asking so many questions about him back then.


    Aurora stared at the steaming cup in front of her, realizing with an inward chuckle how naive she’d been to assume ck coffee was her choice.


    Dunn, meanwhile, seemed lost in his own thoughts.


    Everything he knew about Aurora came from Rickey—details handed to him on a silver tter.


    But what did he really know about her?


    He wondered if he truly appreciated everything about Aurora as she sat before him now.


    He wanted to discover her qualities firsthand, not through the lens of someone else’s observations.


    It wasn’t guilt that drew him to her; it couldn’t be. He didn’t want to act on a sense of obligation or fleeting curiosity.


    He wanted to get close to her because even simple conversations, even the briefest exchanges, made him inexplicably happy.


    He couldn’t make up his mind yet because, for now, he just wanted to learn more about Aurora.


    If his feelings were purely born of desire, could he truly call it affection?


    “Dunn, regarding Addie’s situation…”


    Aurora’s voice pulled him back to the present. He refocused on her, his expression softening into a patient smile.


    “Did you assist Conroy in obtaining the surveince footage?”


    “Yes.” A flicker of guilt crossed his face. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you at the time.”


    “It’s okay,” Aurora replied gently, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her forehead. “Thank you so much. That footage was incredibly helpful.”


    Dunn said nothing, lifting his cup and taking a slow sip as he stared out the window.


    Aurora shifted slightly in her seat, her unease growing. This wasn’t like her. Starting a conversation wasn’t in her nature.


    She suddenly remembered Dunn’s major. Maybe asking about his studies would make her seem more thoughtful.


    “Dunn…”


    “Yes?” He turned to look at Aurora, waiting for her to continue.


    Aurora straightened in her seat, trying to appearposed.


    “When the timees to apply to universities, could you help me?”


    Previously, Aurora had read a book on psychology.


    It stated that when someone asked a question, they often already knew the answer they wanted to hear.


    Aurora had carefully pondered this before arriving today.


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