6. Restrained Desire

In a luxurious, multi-story office in the heart of London City, Prof. Charles leaned back in his leather chair. The night sky was visible through the large window behind him, city lights twinkling. He looked at his phone screen, reading the last message from Blake.

"Miss Cassie is safe. Alan was dealt with. He is being treated. I will remain on guard around the hospital discreetly."

Charles exhaled in relief, then placed the phone on the desk. His hands, which had been clenched, now slowly relaxed.

"Thank goodness ..." he murmured softly.

Shortly after, a soft knock was heard at the door. A sturdy man in a black suit entered, Blake, his personal bodyguard and trusted confidant.

"Sir, I have come as you requested," Blake said politely.

Charles stood and looked at him intently. "You did an amazing job, Blake. If you hadn't arrived so quickly, I don't know what would have happened to Cassie that night."

"I was only carrying out orders, Sir."

Charles looked out the window, his arms crossed. "I can't imagine if that girl had been hurt, she's too precious," he said softly, as if to himself.

"And Cassie doesn't know who's protecting her?"

Blake nodded. "Yes, Sir. I'm keeping his identity a secret, as per your instructions."

Charles turned sharply. "Keep it that way. Don't let Cassie know who I really am. I want her to continue to know me as an ordinary lecturer, not an heir to the London City property business empire."

Blake seemed hesitant. "But, Sir. At some point, Miss Cassie may deserve to know who saved her."

Charles took a breath. "Not yet. I want her to believe that the world still has goodness, even without a big name."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, in a luxurious, high-walled house, Alan stood in front of his bedroom window, staring blankly at the yard. His face was gloomy, full of minor injuries from the fight with Blake that night. His hand gripped a court decision, free without charge, due to the lack of video evidence and Cassie being unconscious to testify directly.

However, unfortunately, the campus had issued a suspension letter for him for some time to come; Alan was not allowed to enter the campus area.

Alan sneered. "Just because there were no cameras inside the VIP room, they can't touch me," he said softly, full of anger.

"But I want to see for myself what Cassie's condition is like now."

Alan then opened his desk drawer, taking out a black hat and mask. That night, he was determined to sneak into the hospital where Cassie was being treated.

At St. Mary's Hospital London.

Cassie slept weakly in the bed of a VIP treatment room. The window was closed, dim lights illuminating her pale face. In the corner of the room, Blake stood quietly behind the door, disguised as a hospital security guard, but on high alert.

Outside, the night grew later. A man in a black hat walked slowly down the hospital corridor. He tried not to be conspicuous, looking down, and avoiding CCTV. Occasionally, the man observed the room numbers.

"Room three hundred and five, where Cassie is being treated," he whispered.

The man began to approach the door very carefully. But before he could touch the doorknob, suddenly there was a thunderous voice.

"Stop right there!"

A stern voice was heard. Blake emerged from the shadows, brandishing an unseen folding knife from behind his belt.

Alan froze, recognizing the voice. "You! That damn bodyguard?"

Blake stepped forward, his eyes sharp. "What are you thinking, Alan? Coming to the hospital, visiting the woman you almost hurt?"

Alan laughed cynically. "Ha-ha-ha. I just wanted to make sure she was alive. Isn't that normal? I ... used to love her."

Blake hissed, "Love? Is that what you call love? You manipulated, confined, and almost harmed Miss Cassie in the most disgusting way!"

Alan raised his hands. "Calm down. I didn't bring anything. I just wanted to see her face ... one more time."

Blake didn't lower his guard. "Do you think because you're the son of a famous businessman in this city, you can do whatever you want? This time, I won't let you get away with it!"

Alan grinned. "Unfortunately ... The court has already made a decision. And as long as Cassie can't testify, I'm free."

Just then, a soft voice was heard from behind the door. Cassie stirred.

"Blake?"

Alan was shocked. "She's awake?"

Blake immediately pushed Alan away. "One more step forward, and I'll make sure you don't get out of here standing up!"

Alan gritted his teeth, but finally backed down.

"This isn't over, Blake!" Alan shouted before turning his body and leaving quickly, disappearing into the dark hospital corridor.

Blake looked in the direction Alan disappeared, then went back into Cassie's room. He saw the girl opening her eyes slowly.

"Miss Cassie ... you're awake," he said softly, full of relief.

Cassie blinked, her face pale. "Alan, was he here?"

Blake nodded. "Yes. But you're safe now, Miss. I've chased him away. He won't touch you."

Cassie was silent for a moment. "Thank you ... Blake. You're always there when I need you."

Blake smiled faintly. "That's my job, Miss."

Cassie clutched her blanket. "But, who told you to? I want to know who cares so much about me that they sent a personal bodyguard like you?"

Blake was silent. He looked down, weighing his answer.

But finally, the bodyguard said softly, "Someone who believes you deserve to be protected, Miss. And He will continue to protect you, even if you never know his name."

Cassie closed her eyes. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, whether from emotion or the fear that still remained.

Outside, the night wind blew softly. And in the distance, Prof. Charles, who was sitting alone in the hospital office on the top floor, looked towards the light of Cassie's hospital room that was still on.

In his heart, he knew this wasn't over. If Alan could be free once, then the man could try to harm Cassie again.

And Charles vowed he wouldn't let that happen.

The next day.

The London sky that afternoon was covered in gray clouds, but the air in Cassie's hospital room felt warm. The window was open a little, letting a breeze slip in, moving the white curtains that hung quietly. Cassie sat leaning against the bed, wearing light blue hospital pajamas. The paleness on her face was beginning to fade.

When the door was knocked softly, Cassie raised her face.

"Come in," she said softly.

The door opened, and Prof. Charles appeared, wearing a long gray coat and a dark scarf. In his left hand, he carried a box of warm pizza, and in his right hand two cups of hot chocolate in a paper bag.

"Good afternoon, Cassie," Charles greeted with a warm smile.

Cassie was immediately surprised, but her smile widened. "Prof Charles? I didn't expect you to come."

Charles approached, placing the pizza and drinks on the small table next to the bed. "Of course I came. I heard from the campus that you were hospitalized. You're my student, Cassie. I obviously care a lot."

Cassie smiled gently. "Thank you, Prof. Did you come all the way just to visit me?"

Charles sat in the chair next to the bed, taking off his scarf and placing it on his lap. He pointed to the pizza box. "Not just visiting. I know hospital food isn't good. So I thought, you wouldn't refuse extra cheesy pepperoni and a beautiful student's favorite hot chocolate."

Cassie chuckled softly. "He-he-he. Wow, you know I like hot chocolate?"

"A lecturer has to be sensitive to his students, right?" Charles said, winking briefly, making Cassie laugh softly.

"He-he-he! You're always so sweet, Prof." Cassie then opened the pizza box and cut a piece. The aroma immediately spread throughout the room. "I really appreciate this, Prof. But, I'm really sorry if my presence at the bar that night embarrassed the campus."

Charles raised an eyebrow. "Don't think like that, Cassie. You work part-time for your needs, and you didn't break the law. You're a diligent and smart student. In fact, you're one of the best scholarship recipients."

Cassie looked down, her face blushing slightly. "I'm lucky to get that scholarship, Prof. Without it, I might not be able to continue studying in this city."

Charles looked at her for a long time, but he restrained himself.

The scholarship was from his own hands. Charles secretly listed Cassie's name as a top priority in a fictitious foundation that he had founded. But no one, including Cassie, knew about it.

"Luck favors those who deserve it," Charles said calmly. "You deserve all of that, Cassie. Even more."

Cassie raised her gaze, her eyes sparkling. "Prof Charles, you've always been so supportive of my education. I am truly grateful to you."

Professor Charles smiled, then took a glass of hot chocolate and gave it to Cassie. "Drink it, it's still warm."

Cassie accepted it. The steam from the hot chocolate touched her face. She closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled the aroma.

"This feels like a hug," she said with a smile. "The sweetness is really soothing."

"He-he-he." Charles laughed softly. "That's the goal, Cassie."

They sat in comfortable silence. Occasionally, Cassie bit her pizza, while Charles drank his hot chocolate. The atmosphere of the room became warm with light conversation.

"Prof," Cassie said suddenly. "Are you sure I can graduate on time? After this incident, I feel like my time will be taken up by recovery."

Charles looked at her seriously. "Cassie, you've come so far. I'm sure you'll catch up on everything you've missed. If you need additional guidance, I'm willing to help you."

Cassie was silent, her heart warm. "You're like a guardian angel to me, Prof."

Charles laughed. "Ha-ha-ha. That's too much. I'm just a lecturer who wants to see his students succeed."

"Prof, I miss you. I really can't hold back these feelings!" Cassie said suddenly.

The girl boldly pulled Charles closer to her on the bed.

"I miss you too, Cassie!" Then without warning. The two were involved in a very hot lip kiss.

Then, boldly, Charles unbuttoned Cassie's pajamas, and his hand began to slip into the girl's clothes and squeeze her twin peaks and play with the brownish-pink nipples.

"Ah, ssshh, Prof! I really can't stand it!" Cassie moaned.

As the professor's tongue licked the tips of her twin peaks and sucked them deeply, Charles' fingers also went in and out of Cassie's narrow cave. The rhythm became very fast.

"Akh!" Cassie got her release.

Then, more boldly, Professor Charles' face was between Cassie's thighs and performed such skillful tongue play. Meanwhile, both of his hands were busy squeezing the girl's towering twin assets.

"Akh." Cassie got her release again.

Then the girl played with the lecturer's weapon with her hands, until Professor Charles also reached the peak of pleasure.

Even though the girl wanted to do more. But Professor Charles forbade her. "You're not fully recovered yet, Cassie."

She could only obey what the lecturer said.

"I love you, Professor Charles!" Cassie said suddenly.