Seducing Professor Cal のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Myra could not bring herself to ask the question, but she pondered on it tirelessly. How long had the little girl been awake, and what had she heard?They finally arrived at a lone road and Myra suspected they were close to the Dankworth’s residence. It was almost 5 pm now.When the mansion came into view, a corner of her eyebrow lifted in surprise. The house was impressive. It was similar to her parents' mansion but much, much larger.When the Professor finally stopped the car, a man dressed in a domestic staff uniform stepped up and smiled at him in greeting. Myra picked her bag up and stepped out of the car. She slung the tote bag around on her shoulder, and walked back to help Nova down from the car.“Daniel will handle the bags, Ms Shaw.” She heard the Professor say as he turned away from the man. Myra looked up to nod at him, and her eyes traveled to the Daniel man.He seemed to finally notice her, and he froze for a second, then his face degenerated into a disapproving frow

Cal gripped his cutlery tightly, and for the hundredth time, he wondered why he had accepted this invitation for the Dankworth monthly dinner when he had declined the other twenty-three in the last two years.Cassie had hated these dinners because they always left the mansion the next morning feeling drained and depressed.But he continued to show up even after her death because he did not want his daughter to suffer the consequences of his decision to isolate himself from the world. But it was clear by the time Nova turned two that she shared her late mother’s sentiments about this gathering even though she was still a toddler.After he had the biggest fight with his father two years ago, when he said ~ two years is enough time to mourn and move on from a woman who the family never liked anyway"~, he stopped coming to the mansion. He maintained a strained conversation with his family, and really only talked to his uncle and spent some weekends at his house.He showed up today becau

“Do you understand the significance of this, son?” Gilbert Dankworth squeezed Cal’s shoulder, looking at him.Cal smiled sadly, nodding. His own biological father never called him that, it was always boy, my boy. “I do.”“So will you start considering it for real?” his uncle asked. The enthusiasm in his voice made Cal sad.“I will,” Cal said carefully. Although he was still not sold on the idea, maybe it was fate after all. If he stopped being a professor, he had to do something else.He would have preferred to continue doing something in the arts. But all his life, he had lived for himself. Maybe it was time he did something selfless for a change, serve his nation and protect the low-income earners whose lives were about to go to shii, and they were not even aware.The Secure Voting Initiative bill was a fraud. Although these politicians made this bill out to look like it was simply going to improve the quality of the country’s election process, and make voting easier and fair,

Miss Shaw’s eyes widened at his statement, and she looked down at her hand in his, at the strip of skin that seemed to be lighter toned than the other parts of skin on her ring finger.“God, no.” She stepped back, trying to pull her hand away, but he held on to her firmly. What did she mean, no? This was clearly a finger that had worn a ring for a long time.“I was engaged,” she said, and the relief he felt made him feel dizzy. He still did not let her go. Now that he had an excuse to hold her, he was reluctant to let her go.“What happened?” he asked, his breathing finally steady again.The emotion he saw in Miss Shaw’s face at that moment frightened him. He had never seen anyone look so hateful and angry. “He was a fool,” she said finally.“How foolish,” he said on impulse, desperate to get that look off her face. Eager to do anything to bring back the smile in her eyes.It worked because she turned back to him and her nostrils produced a sound that was half scoff and chuckle.

Myra stepped back to stare in the mirror briefly. She was wearing a vintage dress with a risqué slit. At first sight, the bottom of the dress looked like a full-pleated skirt, but it had a concealed slit that she could part, and her panties would be right there, staring whoever in the face.She caressed the halter neckline, observing how it drew one's eyes to her full bust. She smiled, and spun around in the dress giggling a little.Then she hurried to the bathroom to fix her hair into thick curls. When she dropped the curling iron and stepped back, her short blond curls framed her face like she was a 60s Hollywood actress.She moved close to the mirror again to make sure she had not over-lined her lips with the red lipstick before she exited the bathroom. She stopped to check that Nova was sleeping well before she hurried out of the bedroom. She wondered who would take care of the little girl while they were away.Nova did not like to talk to strangers, and earlier she had been