Seducing Professor Cal のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Myra left the congressman’s house feeling very stupid. Why was she so blind and dumb? Was it because she was so close to the case and knew everyone personally?Reading that diary, she suspected whoever that person was, worked at the precinct because Valentina had mentioned seeing him again after he stopped visiting their house. That he stood beside her as she made her claims, so she knew the person was a cop.But she had thought it was a cop that one of the Dankworth’s political enemies had bought. It didn't cross her mind that the person could be her father.She gripped the steering wheel and only then did she realize she had been parked outside the congressman’s house for a while now, unable to move. When she turned towards the area where his study was, she saw him standing by the glass wall, watching her, or at least what she thought was him because from here she could only see his silhouette.She waved even though she knew he possibly didn't see her from this distance, and beg

Myra drove with a heavy heart towards the penthouse, the security guard driving behind her, when she saw a car she recognized as Cora’s car blocking the entrance.She groaned.Did she really have to do this today? She pressed the horn without stepping out, and she saw Cora bound out of the backseat and hurry towards her car.Myra glanced at Nova and saw she was awake, and she did not know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. But at the very least, the child will not be startled awake.She did not wind any of the windows down as the guard in the car behind climbed out and ordered Cora to move her car back. A string of heavy curses left Cora’s mouth and Myra began to hear Nova sniffing in the backseat.“Don’t be scared darling. I’ll make a bubble bath for you upstairs, and we’ll watch Annie and her friends, OK?”Nova nodded.“Wipe your eyes, baby.”She did and turned her face back to the window.Myra decided there was no need to expose the little girl to this. Although she tried t

Myra stopped her car outside her apartment building and looked up at the gorgeous building. Not for the first time, she wondered why it was built in an inverted C shape.Or was this the first building to be erected in the complex? She would ask Greg.As she rode up in the elevator to her apartment, her hands began to shake. She looked at them, not feeling any tingles, and realized this was not a sign of disassociation but of pure dread.In all the years she had been on her contraceptive plan, it had never failed once, and she had never ever had a pregnancy scare.Well, until now.She walked out of the elevator, and moved her legs stiffly to her front door. Her hands hesitated when she tried to press in her access code. She sighed, closed her eyes and typed the code in hurriedly, then heard the merry sound of the door unlocking.She walked through the front door and headed straight to her closet. She pulled down the box where she kept all her important health and bank information

Their fight was way more messy than it was that day five weeks ago, but she was no longer at the disadvantage of the one who had been taken by surprise.And although he had always known her fighting technique, she knew his now too, and as long as she avoided most of his lethal punches to her vital points, she would be fine.She bent in half as she felt him pick up the pan she was sure was still hot from his cooking to bang it against her head, and she punched him below the belt, taking most of the fight out of him. She punched him with her left in quick succession for good measure, not giving him the opportunity to recover. And as she heard him howl in pain and stagger back, she grabbed the nearest dish to her and smashed it on his head. She heard him fall to the floor, and she turned on the lights. She picked up one of the high stools by the kitchen island and raised it high to smash his shoulder in when she stopped.Greg was passed out cold. The stool fell from her hand, clatte

“You are such a conceited bitch.” Greg yelled as she walked away.“What?” Myra laughed in disbelief as she turned to him. “Me?”“That is why you can be deceived again and again,” he spat. “And I will not be the last person. You cannot see beyond your vain self and your goals.”Myra stood staring at him. “Struck a chord, huh?” Greg let out a mocking laughter.She shrugged. “Not something I do not already know. So it changes nothing.”“You think you know it all. You think you are so smart.”“That’s where you’ve got it wrong. I don’t think I am smart at all. I second guess myself a lot. If not I should have caught you earlier.” She smiled sadly, walking back to him. “Did you not notice I had begun to rely on you, asking for your opinion on things?”She raised her leg high up, and stumped on his toes, then waited for him to stop shouting. “And I do know a lot of things. For one, you have horrible self-esteem and will always feel inferior to everyone.”Greg was looking at her with bared