Chapter 3 - Why he can call you Lena?

The servant outside the door knocked for a while before finally hearing some movement in the room, "Mrs Elena, it's time to get up, your tutor has arrived."

Martino passed by the door to Elena's room, seeing that she still didn't respond he twisted the doorknob open and went inside, walking over to the bed and flicking the switch on the motorised curtains, "It's time to wake up, you'll have another nap at noon, and first thing in the morning you'll have a chat with your teachers about your study plans."

"Well..." Elena squinted at the sunlight pouring down directly into her eyes, last night she cried in the car for a while until her head hurt and she fell asleep directly against the car door, then how she got to Rene's mansion and how she got into bed she had no idea.

Of course Martino personally held Elena, the young master of the wife who dared to move, but Elena cried out of the head and do not know anything.

Martino rare tone gentle, half coaxed Elena, "quickly get up and wash up."

Thinking of yesterday Elena was alone looking at that pile of documents until so late, didn't eat, and cried for so long, was he too strict with her? Pushed her too hard? Obviously she is only a senior, ordinary people's children are afraid of only five years of high school test exam three years of simulation exercises in their heads, but she has to read every legal provisions to prevent their rights and interests have been lost. Although Martino can wave his hand for her and arrange everything, but this is not to help her, but to harm her, if she really has a long and short, then what should she do? It was better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.

Elena squinted her eyes and sought the direction of the bathroom and accidentally bumped into the corner of the chair that matched the dressing table, the pain sobered her up instantly and she sat down on the stool with a hoarse grin clutching her knees, tears overflowing from her eyes, "Ummm..."

Martino immediately picked up Elena, "Let me see, where did you hit it?"

Elena's eyes were red and she muttered against her tear-stained eyes, "Knee."

Martino removed Elena's hand and saw a small red patch on her knee, upon closer inspection, it was only red, no sign of a bruise.

"Just rub it, don't cry." Martino gently stroked his large warm hand over the reddish mark and rubbed it.

Elena looked at him sideways, her face involuntarily flushed, what was wrong with her? How had she just naturally accepted his touch and was lying in his arms, his heartbeat, so loud.

Elena, whose thoughts drifted to the sky, had long forgotten the pain of the collision, and instead clung to the warmth of his embrace.

Martino saw rubbed that small piece of print on the faded a lot then directly carry her to the washroom.

"Wash up, walk carefully, come down for breakfast later." Martino ordered and left Elena's room.

Martino instructed towards the housekeeper, "Change the furniture in Elena's room to something that won't bump easily."

"Okay, Mr Martino."

"Miss Cheng, this is the general learning and cultivation programme we made for your grades between you, take a look." A group of well-trained teachers stood respectfully in front of Elena.

Elena naturally didn't dare to sit down, since childhood she was taught to respect her teachers, there is no such thing as a student sitting while the teacher is standing, her hands received the cultivation programme and carefully flipped through it.

Martino walked in and saw Elena standing obediently, next to the stool but froze without sitting, "The knee does not hurt? Sit."

Elena looked at Martino with a few moments of contemplation and a bit of weakness, "It's not good, is it?"

"Sit."

Lead similar to the main person in charge of the character kindly said to Elena, "Miss Cheng, you sit and listen to it, no need to stand."

Elena was not in a good position to push back, and sat down on the stool under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"Memorising 200 English words every day?"

"And watch news broadcasts every day?"

Elena looked at this learning and cultivation programme and her head got big, turning her pen in silence.

Martino waved his hand and the butler wisely led the crowd away.

"I've read this programme, and there's a reward if you do it."

Elena was immediately interested, "Mention it as I please?"

"As much as you can be satisfied, except that you can't back down on principle."

In that case, there was nothing to hesitate about, Elena wasn't really biased, she just didn't like the school's English teacher, and she didn't like the subject of Politics, looking at her grades in her other subjects she knew that her logic, ability to sort things out, and memory were all very good, and that she had her own methodical skills for learning, "Okay, it's a deal. "

Martino poured cold water at the right time, "If you don't do it, there will also be punishment."

"What punishment?" It wasn't going to be a spanking, was it? The last time she had been spanked over Martino's knee like a small child had left her reeling, and even a slap with the palm of her hand was a source of great shame to her.

"We'll see." Martino saw her face redden again, catatonic with what must have been a reminder of that day, and didn't tear her down.

"Teacher, you can just call me Lena, you don't have to keep calling me Mrs Elena."

"Okay Lena, look at this problem the idea is to simplify this equation then look at (log1+X) as a whole then bring it into the following equation for calculation..." Elena listened attentively to her maths teacher and re-run the calculations on her sketch paper following her teacher's ideas before finally launching into the correct answer.

"It's almost time, let's stop here for today."

"Thank you teacher." Elena got up and sent the teacher downstairs.

In the evening Martino came back to see Elena sitting on the sofa dutifully watching the news broadcast with a high school vocabulary book in her hand, "How's the study going?"

"I have fulfilled the requirements of the education programme very carefully."

"What does education mean?"

"To educate, to train, to be educated."

"Disappear?"

"Disappearance, disappearance, extinction."

"OPTIMISTIC?"

"Optimistic, optimistic."

Elena looked at Martino smugly, he wasn't surprised, she had such a good memory that memorising words was naturally hard for her, "Want something?"

Elena didn't have any idea for a while, it just so happened that there was a home magazine on the table, on the cover was a picture of a model room of a newly opened property project.

Elena said with a touch of teasing, "Want this one."

Martino looked at the cover of the magazine, and there were four big words, "Mo Residence Hidden Villa" This was one of the biggest projects after Mo's whitewash. "Buy it for you, but you still have to live here."

"It's fine, I just like collecting houses, it's my hobby." Elena didn't care if she actually had to live there, she just wanted the property in her name to be plentiful and ready to escape from here.

Martino looked at the smile that overflowed on the little fortune hunter's face, full of joy it seemed like it was the first time he had ever seen her so happy in Rene's mansion.

Elena felt like she had won the jackpot, just studying well and completing her tasks on time would get her a house, so good deal ah! After all, study is also for their own learning, learning how much finally can not get into the university is also for their own future plans, surprisingly there is a house to give away, really great.

If Elena knew that she was married to Martino, not to mention this set, a row could be hers, or Martino is just transferring his own set to her, anyway, in the future is also a husband and wife, what is the difference between yours and mine.Martino only think that it is funny to tease her so.

It is said that senior students have no weekend, Elena is no exception, listening to the teacher's lecture in the study room, Martino sat on the side of the deaf serious office, and from time to time looked up to Elena.

Elena was listening to the teacher's analyses of the trends of the college entrance exams, taking notes with her head buried in her hands, and asking questions from time to time.

The sunlight shone in and fell on Elena's white face, a gust of wind blew, lifting the curtains to cover Elena's head, the beige curtains were woven with embroidery patterns, and fluttered by the wind, the silhouette of a young girl appeared on the curtains, Martino watched in a daze.

When the window screen was Elena straightened and tied to one side with a ribbon, she raised her eyes to meet Martino's, and her burning gaze burned on her face, immediately floating on a pink, the physics teacher who had stopped to watch this pair of lovely people meet each other with no meaning to retract, and couldn't help but cough softly.

"Lena, you try to do this example problem on the blackboard."

Elena, who was pointed out, immediately returned to her senses and drew a diagram on the sketch paper, "Okay."

Martino repeated a nonchalant, "Lena?"

"Hmm?" Elena didn't look up and answered casually, not really wanting her problem solving to be interrupted.

Martino's heart was a little upset, he had not even been promised to call her Lena, why can other men, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, but Elena, who was working tirelessly on the problem, did not notice anything wrong at all.

Martino, who had been holding his breath all afternoon, saw that the lesson was over and immediately asked Elena, "Why did he call you Lena?"

Elena shrugged her shoulders in disbelief, "You can do it too."

Martino blushes even more when he hears this answer and simply slams the door and leaves the study.

Elena was confused by this confusing behaviour, but didn't look deeper, after all, with a ten year age difference in front of her, it was normal not to understand him, and sat down in her seat and spread out her exercise book and started working on the problems.