บททั้งหมดของ Seducing Professor Cal : บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 179

She watched Cal walk up to sit on the sofa beside hers, and she smiled at him. She loved how he kept a respectful distance away from her here, and would not even hold hands with her.They might as well have been friends from the way they were with each other now. When she asked him why earlier, he told her he wanted everyone to continue to hold her in high esteem, because most people were already quite prejudiced against a woman, as young as she was, gunning for this position.“I thought you did not care about opinions in the past?” She had teased him.“I don’t care for mine. Yours? Now that is a different issue,” he had said. Now, he was stretching out his tablet to her, showing her a video edit of all her campaign and public appearances so far, that someone had made.“This is all surprisingly fascinating,” he said in wonder and she smiled. She thought the same too.This video here, which already had millions of views and re-posts made her look quite badass. She was grateful for

Cal took her and Nova to one of his houses in a suburb. He called it a cabin. The cabin where Cassie often went to complete her books when she was experiencing writer’s block, but as he approached the house, she saw it was no cabin.It was a stately two-story building with a wide lawn. She stepped out of the car, looking around at the surrounding houses. This was a perfect upper-middle-class community. Beautiful one and two-story houses, perfect laws, small, well-tended porches with simple lighting.Coming from all the glitz and glamour of the Ciaran complex, she could see why his wife would love coming here to write. This was the reality that would likely be accessible to most people with hard work and a bit of luck.Not the Ciaran complex and all their billions. Only one percent of the world’s population could ever move to a place like that.“How many more houses do you own, Cal?” She watched him as he took the sleeping Nova from her carseat.He smiled up at her, “A couple mor

“Is that you Cal?” Myra asked, looking up from her phone as she heard movement at the front door downstairs. He had said the mall was ten minutes away. That meant twenty minutes to and fro, excluding the time it would take him to shop.How was he back so soon then, when it was just about eight minutes since he left?She glanced back down at her phone to confirm, it was indeed, just around eight minutes ago he left.Just then, her phone began to ring, and her heart stopped when she saw it was Greg calling. He had stopped trying to reach her for a while now when she ignored all his previous attempts. Why then was he suddenly calling her now?And by this time of night?She ignored the call as she dropped her feet from the bed and sunk her feet into the fur house slippers. She would go see why Cal was back so early. Did he forget something?Her phone began to ring again. She stared down at it to see it was Greg. She looked away, and was pushing herself off the bed with her hands when

Their surrogacy process was faster than typical, so much so that, on the day of the wedding, their surrogate was four months pregnant with Myra and Cal's baby. Myra sat in the bridal lounge with Jess and Donna, who were both her maid of honor and bridesmaid respectively. Although this wedding was relatively small, it was beautiful.She was getting married to Cal on the hilltop he found her two years ago during the photo shoot, and she was wearing a much simpler dress than she had worn that day.A white satin dress that clung to her hips and softly draped down to her feet, but with a diamond-studded veil that was 200 inches long.She turned to her mother and gave her a small smile. It was such a pity they did not have a normal relationship, so Myra chose to keep her distance. The woman had become a shadow of herself after her husband fled the country, and not even Greg, her favorite son's reappearance, had helped. Tyson Shaw was her love and her God.“Myra.” She turned to the doo

“How are you feeling today, Mrs Dankworth?”Myra smiled with her eyes closed, “As fine as someone in my state can be.” “I am always happy when my patients leave, but I feel sad in your case.”Myra smiled as she adjusted to the couch she was lying flat on her back on. “You were really fed up when I just came here. How can you be sad?”“It's not everyday you get a trained ex-cop as a patient,” the woman's voice said, and Myra laughed. “Or is it that my story made you need therapy too?” She teased, and finally opened her eyes. She looked round at the colorful office, and shook her head sadly.She absolutely hated it when she first started coming here. After a six-month stay in a psychiatric ward, she should have loved the sight colors, because of all that plain whiteness she had stared at for months.But she hated the colors, because colors made her think of children. The two she lost, and all the ones she could not have.“Poor Cal.” She said now, and laughed. The therapist gave he