He's my Professor의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

                  The penthouse was very beautiful and inviting. If it wasn’t because of the things I have learned right now, I would surely accept his offer to sleep here. “I think I need to go back to my flat but thank you for the offer, Sir Hart.” I politely declined. I stand on my feet. I looked down at my half- emptied cup of coffee. I feel sorry for not finishing the cup. “I thought so.” he said. “I will not invite you to eat with me tonight. I know that after what you find out, you will lose your appetite for dinner.” he joked. His playful smirk is back on his face. I hissed and rolled my eyes at him. I turned my back at him to go inside the living room. I get my bag, which I left on the sofa. “Good night. Sleep and don’t overthink about unnecessary things, baby girl.” I heard Sir Hart said. He was right next to me when he said that. I frowned. I thought I l

I asked Sir Hart to help me sit on my bed, because I seemed to weaken suddenly. The news made me frown deeply. Before, I used to be the killer. But now, I am the one being tried to kill. The table has turned. I didn’t expect that being tried to be killed would feel this way. The feeling that is irritatingly frightening. My fist are itching to punch somebody. If it weren’t for the fact that my body is not in condition now, I might have discarded the things in this room earlier. “Do you know who the fuck wants me dead, Sir Hart?” I asked him in a serious voice. My forehead has deep creases because of so much irritation. How dare they plot my death? Once I know who they were, I will show them my demonic side. That side of me doesn’t show mercy to anyone. They will face death soon, if they do not know how to hide better. “Not yet. They are quite skilled.” he answered as he shook his head while frowning. By the looks of it, he is not also pleased like I do. He can no long

The next morning, I woke up feeling a man’s presence peering on my face. As I opened my eyes to see who the culprit was, I came face to face with the most handsome guy I have ever met. My bedroom appearance is reflecting in his dark eyes. Professor Fortez has a smirk on his face. His perfect facial features immensely attractive, a feast for the eyes. I felt my heart suddenly skipped a beat. Few seconds past as I froze. I, then, decided to break my gaze. My cheeks were blushing as I pushed over Professor Fortez lightly. “You look as beautiful as always even when you just woke up. There is nothing to be shy of, honey.” he said and chuckled playfully. My face reddened even more. “I want to use the bathroom.” I said without facing at his direction. I know to myself that I don’t look as attractive as him when I walk up. My hair should probably looked like a bird’s nest right now. I might have a mucus on my eyes and a trail of dried slime on the corners of my mouth. I know

It is Christmas Eve and I’m paddling in the sea water that hit the shore. I am barefoot as I’m feeling the water and sand at my feet. Thankfully, I already recovered from the accident lest I will not enjoy my vacation. In the stillness of the night, my joyful laughter is echoing in the air along with the sound of the waves. “Be careful!” Professor Fortez immediately yelled from a distance when I stumbled. The sound of fear and subtle irritation is evident in his voice. Thankfully, I didn’t fall onto the ground. I looked back at him and gave him my most attractive smile. He shook his head as if to say that I’ll be the death of him. I laughed at him and waved. Like a first timer on the beach, I ran and jumped on the shoreline. It has been months since I last went to the beach. It was when I got mad of Professor Fortez and decided to run away. Then, I met Sid Hart Montefalco. The guy who said that I am special to him. It was also the time when I realized that a problem cannot be solv

THE private room of the high – end restaurant was quiet except for the soft clinking of glasses and the muted hum of the jazz music beyond the door. A single candle flickered on the table, reflecting off the wine glasses and silver cutlery. I sat stiffly, my stomach churning as I picked at the edge of my napkin.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a young waitress entered with a bottle of red wine. Her hands trembled slightly as she approached our table, pouring the drink with careful precision. But her hand slipped—the deep crimson liquid splashed across the pristine white tablecloth and dripped onto Mark’s sleeve.Before I could react, the sharp crack of skin against skin filled the room. Mark had slapped the waitress across the face. Hard. The waitress whimpered. I was taken aback. I never thought that I’d witness Mark‘s rude attitude towards other people. I thought he’s just indifferent to me because I dumped him.Mark Mendoza is acting differently now. Gone is the sweet timid li