Sarah Cooper: "Alright, if you say not to bring it up, then I won't. I can see that Andrew Bennett doesn't want to talk about it either, and it doesn't even affect his willingness to work with you."

She officially skipped over the topic.

"This one is pretty good too, just not exactly a newcomer. Compared to that other person, he's a bit less fresh, and doesn't have quite the same aura." Sarah Cooper pointed at the photo of the Omega on the screen, inevitably comparing him to Andrew Bennett. "But at least he's the cute type, which means he already has his own persona. I guess the production team will probably give him some ideas in the script."

Sarah Cooper talked for a long time, until her mouth was dry.

As dawn broke, William Clark held a cup of coffee, looking thoughtful, not sure if he was even listening.

William Clark gave his verdict: "This one won't do."

"Again?" Sarah Cooper was exasperated. "God, do you think this is some kind of harem talent show, little mister!"

William Clark tapped his cup with his finger: "There's a saying, isn't it? Whoever cares, loses?"

Chapter 6

That night, Andrew Bennett slept very poorly. He dreamed all night long.

In the dream, it was a thunderstorm. He wasn't sure if a typhoon had come; the woods outside the window were being blown every which way, the sky seemed to have torn open, and rain was pouring down in torrents.

The room he was in was completely quiet. The floor-to-ceiling windows seemed to block out the raging wind, rain, and thunder, leaving only the ceiling fan spinning above, creaking as it turned.

In front of him was a solid wood desk, with exam papers spread out on top. He looked down and saw the paper was "Qinan City 2203 College Entrance Exam Mock Test," and he was holding a fountain pen in his hand.

At this moment, Andrew Bennett was still aware that he was dreaming.

Damn. He broke out in a cold sweat—he was even doing college entrance exam papers in his dreams. That shadow ran deep.

Suddenly, someone behind him said, "Can't solve this one?"

The voice was extremely pleasant—not too cold, not too warm, with a hint of laziness.

Only then did Andrew Bennett realize he was sitting on his Alpha's lap, curled up in Alpha's arms, in a very ambiguous position.

Right after, a long, clean hand reached from behind to hold his hand, guiding his pen as if to write the answer.

Of course, he wanted Alpha to write the answer.

But Alpha deliberately didn't put pen to paper, instead leaning in closer and biting his earlobe: "Beg me. Beg me, and I'll teach you."

The bite made him tremble, the gland at the back of his neck itching incessantly. The pen tip scratched a line across the paper, but he grumbled, "What are you doing? Can't you have some pity on us college entrance exam students? Flirting and dating at the same time, it's just too much for us."

The dream scene shifted, and Alpha was already kissing him.

Andrew Bennett had completely forgotten he was still dreaming. He could only hear his own heart pounding, passively yet eagerly welcoming the kiss, almost unable to tell who was more proactive in the heated embrace.

In the hazy light, he saw the other's deep, well-defined features, long and thick brown eyelashes, kissing him while showing a slightly childish, mischievous smile, looking especially satisfied with himself.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, muffled and far away.

In the dimly lit room, their reflections appeared on the glass. The Alpha, looking like a teenager, bit his neck gland, looking fierce but actually biting very gently. Andrew Bennett looked at the glass and met a pair of amber eyes.

Those eyes made Andrew Bennett sluggishly recall his name: "...William Clark."

Andrew Bennett woke up as he called out that name.

Daylight was bright, and above him was the ceiling of the Fisher Hotel, reminding him he'd just been dreaming.

The gland at the back of his neck itched slightly, as if it had really been bitten.

He was alone in the room; David Grant seemed to have already left, without even saying goodbye. Weren't they supposed to be friends?

But Andrew Bennett let out a sigh of relief, glad that he was the only one there.

How long had it been since he'd had that kind of dream?

Was it because he saw the person from his dreams in real life yesterday? Or was it because, when he borrowed the phone in William Clark's room, he accidentally imagined a wild scenario in a weird position...

The first time he had this kind of dream was right after his differentiation. At his follow-up appointment, he shyly told the doctor.

The doctor comforted him, saying it was normal.

Every Omega, after developing, would dream of their subconscious ideal type. It meant their development was fully mature. It was just that Andrew Bennett differentiated late, so it happened later than his peers, and he shouldn't worry.

The doctor even teased, "So, is your fantasy type your ideal?"

Andrew Bennett thought for a moment, blushing, and said, "I can't see the face clearly, but it's so Alpha it makes my legs weak!"

Until one day, he saw William Clark on TV, and every detail of the person in his dreams seemed to find its home, fitting perfectly.

He was so shocked he dropped his half-eaten apple.

He asked his family, "Mom, do I know him?"

Charles Reed came over and looked at the person on TV: "Did you remember something?"

How could he admit what he'd done in his dreams? He just said, "I feel like he looks really familiar, like I know him."

Charles Reed just smiled and told him, "His name is William Clark, he's a big star. You're his fan, of course you know him."