Chapter 25. Heavy Rain

Calista’s POV

I swear to God, I’ve always tried to contribute something to Draven, putting in so much effort, but it feels like his ideas always overshadow mine. It’s as if Draven was born to excel at this, to be the smartest person in the room.

People think a wealthy guy like him wouldn’t care about grades, but he’s the exact opposite of their expectations.

We met up in the library this time to do our research. Spotting him in a corner, deeply engrossed in his meticulously organized notes and laptop, I hurried over and took a seat across from him, setting up my laptop.

“Sorry for being late,” I gasped as I approached him.

“I just got here too,” he replied without looking up from his laptop, which was a relief—I hadn’t had time to comb my hair.

“That’s good,” I whispered nervously. “So, do you think what I sent you was good enough?” I asked, studying his expression closely.

“Yes, I think they’re good,” he said, and a wave of