Semua Bab On My Professor's Desk: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The kiss deepened, but not with urgency.It was tentatively passionate, as if both of them were testing the reality of the moment, confirming that they were still standing in the same room, still bound to the same disastrous gravity that had pulled them together in the first place.William’s mouth was warm, familiar. His hand slid from Ava’s cheek to the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair with a possessiveness that made her breath hitch. The moment she responded—softly at first, then with more certainty—something in him snapped.The restraint he’d been clinging to all evening dissolved.He pulled her closer, the space between them vanishing as if it had never existed. Ava’s hands found his chest instinctively, palms pressing against the steady rise and fall of his breathing. She could feel his heart beneath her fingers, fast and insistent, betraying the calm authority he’d tried so hard to maintain.“I don't know if I can trust you,” she whispered against his mouth, thou

Vanessa’s house was quiet when Camille arrived.Too quiet.The lights were on, glowing warmly through the windows, giving the illusion of comfort. Of stability.Camille knocked once.Vanessa opened the door almost immediately.She looked composed at first glance—hair neatly tied back, soft cardigan draped over her shoulders—but her eyes betrayed her. They were red around the edges, glossy with unshed tears.“Show me,” Vanessa said without greeting.Camille stepped inside and pulled out her phone, opening the app.“There,” she said, handing it over.Vanessa stared at the screen.The dot.Too stationary.Her hand trembled slightly.“That’s the motel on Route 6,” Camille added quietly. “She has been there for at least forty minutes.”Vanessa’s lips parted.“That doesn’t mean—” she started.“It means exactly what you think it means,” Camille said, her tone firm now.Vanessa looked up at her, pain flashing openly across her face. “You don’t know that.”“I do,” Camille replied. "It's their

Silence swallowed the corridor.Ava stood frozen in the doorway long after they were gone.Louis slowly released her waist.“Well,” he said after a beat, “that was dramatic.”She shut the door firmly and leaned against it, her legs suddenly weak.“You couldn’t stay hidden?” she snapped.He raised an eyebrow. “And let you fumble through that alone?”“You made it worse.”“I saved you.”Her laugh was sharp. “You did that for yourself.”He didn’t deny it.Instead, he walked further into the room, glancing around as if inspecting the space for clues.“He was here,” he said quietly.Ava stiffened.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Louis turned to her slowly.“You didn’t deny it before.”She looked away.The weight of everything pressed down at once—the pregnancy, William leaving before she woke up, Camille’s suspicion, Vanessa’s eyes filled with hurt.He studied her more carefully now.“I still love you, Ava.”Ava didn’t reply.The silence was answer enough for Louis.Louis exhaled

For several long seconds, no one moved.The night air seemed to freeze around them, heavy with the weight of Ava’s confession.I’m pregnant.The words hung there like something fragile and explosive at the same time.Louis stared at her.At first, his expression showed nothing but confusion, like his mind had simply refused to process what he had heard.“What?” he said finally.His voice was quiet.Too quiet.Ava didn’t answer.Her heart was pounding so violently she could hear it in her ears.William stood rigid beside her, his entire body tense, his face drained of color. The carefully controlled calm he had maintained moments ago was gone.Louis looked between them slowly.Then back to Ava.“You’re… pregnant?” he repeated.This time the word sounded heavier. Dangerous.Ava swallowed.“Yes.”The parking lot was silent except for the distant hum of traffic from the main road.Louis ran a hand through his hair, his breathing uneven now.“That’s not…” he started, then stopped.He let o

The campus felt different the next morning.Word traveled fast in places like this—not always in facts, but in whispers. In glances that lingered a little too long. In conversations that abruptly stopped when someone walked past.Louis felt it the moment he stepped onto the grounds.Eyes on him.Not obvious.But there.His jaw tightened as he adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder. The bruise along his cheekbone throbbed faintly beneath his skin, hidden just enough to avoid immediate questions but impossible for him to ignore.He hadn’t slept.Not after the break-in.Not after realizing exactly what it meant.William wasn’t just playing defense anymore.He was going on the offensive.And Louis had a sinking feeling he knew exactly what was coming.He reached the faculty building just as his phone buzzed in his hand.An unknown number.He answered cautiously.“Hello?”“Mr. Louis Carter?”His stomach dropped.“Yes.”“This is the administrative office. You are required to report