The Professor's Beautiful Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Eliana's POV I nearly died of embarrassment as my eyes met curious, brown eyes staring at me and Professor Matthews through the window. Instinctively, my hands grabbed my gown and pulled it back up to cover my breasts. Professor Mathews jerked upwards and shielded me with his body. He was furious, almost to the point of steaming from his head.The owner of the brown eyes outside the window was a middle aged man dressed in a security guard’s uniform. He knocked in the door again, more urgently this time. “Who the fuck is this?” Professor Mathews said under his breath before he rolled the window down.“Yes?” He asked the man harshly.“Sorry, but you can't park here, sir.” The man's eyes were on me as he was talking. Noticing that, Professor Mathews pushed me even further behind him. “Why not?” He asked the man, his tone challenging. “And who the hell are you?”“Security.” The man flashed an ID. “You're on private property, sir. You need to leave.”“Private property? This is a public

Derrick's POV I looked around the lounge in confusion, wondering what was going on. So did Jake. There were about twelve people in the lounge and all of them were staring directly at us. Jake started walking and I followed closely. For a few seconds, all twelve pairs of eyes followed us, then all of them returned to whatever they were doing before we entered. The chatter resumed and the feeling that I was the topic of their conversations stuck in my throat like a morsel of food that I could neither swallow nor spit. “What the fuck just happened?” Jake asked me as we headed towards the row of lockers on the far end of the wall. “We entered together, remember?”“I bet it's because of the rumors of your affair. Jesus, people sure do love a scandal.” From the tone in his voice, he sounded like he was one of those people.The lockers were ten in total and each one contained two small spaces, one up and one down. He opened the bottom of the first locker and stuck his hand inside it. Una

Eliana's POV “You gotta be kidding me,” Annabelle said, looking at me wildly. We were in my room and I'd just given her a full rundown of everything that had happened with Professor Matthews. It had been two days after I tried to amend things in the bathroom and she’d called me that morning to tell me she was willing to be friends with me again. I left nothing out in my narration, starting right from when I first arrived at the university till the moment after his wife called him when we were in the car together. Still in disbelief, Annabelle got up from the bed, shaking her head slowly. “That's crazy, Eliana. That is just so crazy. I had my suspicions but everything you just said literally blew my mind.” “You're making it sound like I did something that can end the world.” My eyes followed her as she walked over to the window. “Oh, it can,” she said bluntly. “Maybe not the whole world but it would definitely shatter someone's world if it came out. Your own, Professor Matthews’

Eliana's POV “Eliana. What a surprise to see you here,” Oliver said with enthusiasm. Yeah. I could say the same about you. Of all the restaurants in town to visit, you just had to come to the one I was working at. “Same here,” I said, faking a smile to hide my uneasiness. The two other guys with him were now looking at me and I could feel their eyes traveling all over my body. Oliver sat forward in his chair. “Guys, do you remember that professor I told you about? The one I said I was going to get back at?” “Yeahh,” the two guys answered in unison, turning to look at him. Oliver nodded at me. “This is the girl I told you he’s having an affair with. His plaything.” Immediately, the two of them returned their gaze to me and I felt the urge to smack them across the face. Oliver smiled, pleased with himself, and I tightened my grip on the tray as I allowed my eyes to scan the restaurant. Thankfully, no one was watching or listening to us. “Go on, get back to waiting tables,”

Eliana’s POVSomething felt different when I got to school on Monday morning. I felt more peaceful than I did the previous week but it wasn't until I'd gotten to school that I’d felt that way. Before leaving home, I thought of Oliver and Professor Matthews. My encounter with Oliver over the weekend was still fresh in my mind. Funnily enough, I felt a strange sense of loss that I hadn't stayed back to hear whatever he had to say. For him to stay there that long and then make such a fool of himself as he tried to reach me was certainly not random. Maybe he had something important to tell me. Or he wanted to make a deal with me or something. But Annabelle's warning rang loud and clear. After the way things had gone down when I'd tried to handle them on my own, I knew it would be wiser for him to listen to her. Afterall, she knew Oliver better than I did. Almost half an hour before class, I found Annabelle waiting for me in the students lounge. Although the place was a little filled up