All Chapters of The Professor, My Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ariana’s POV “Is it the deed you’re talking about, Mother?” I asked, and she nodded in response, her eyes both enthusiastic and bitter at the same time. “I already asked him where, or at least to give me a glimpse of it—but he didn’t. It’s like he only trusts himself with it, and that’s what sets me on edge,” Mother said. Little did she know, I already had the deed in my possession. Initially, my plan was to come straight and deliver it to her like a present. But the kiss—combined with the series of suspicious things she had done before—made me reconsider. “I believe maybe he’d talk in time. Probably he’s trying to… think well or something,” I said, but Mother’s expression turned even more sour as she frowned. “If that was the case, Ariana, he’d have made it clear. From what I gathered, he’d only feel comfortable telling me the location freely when all the enemies—or at least the major ones—are dead,” Mother said. I reasoned slightly and said, “But that’s a good thing, isn’t i

Ellen’s POV It had been more than two minutes but Ruben hadn’t answered me—not that I needed him to—because from his reaction I was almost a hundred percent certain I was right. “That’s a bold assumption,” Ruben said, reaching for his glass again. His expression was careful—so were his movements. I waited while he took a sip and set the glass back down. “Even if I were to agree with what you just said, what does that have to do with anything?” he asked. “Nothing, really. All things considered, you actually helped my plan while almost ruining it as well.” I poured myself another glass. “I almost ruined things?” Ruben asked, expectant. “My daughter you claim so dearly to love was almost killed in the rogue attack you set up,” I said. “Well, I wouldn’t take it to that extreme. The rogues didn’t come to kill—initially they only meant to take Ariana,” Ruben clarified. “Couldn’t they have taken her in the least harmful way possible? But no—your rogues decided it would be better to to

Ariana's POV “Dear, I’ve called you to discuss something very important,” Mother said. I sat opposite her in the chair, the tea on the table untouched, and from the look of things, neither of us would be reaching for our cups anytime soon. “Are you still worried about why Alpha Marco hasn’t told you about the deed?” I asked slowly. “Worried" is too deep a word. I’d say I’m concerned. I was a little vexed when we had the discussion some days back, but now I’m calm—and my mind is as clear as the—” “I think I can understand that,” I said, and Mother smiled at me. She reached for her cup but didn’t lift it. Instead, her finger just circled the rim while her gaze drifted somewhere else. I couldn’t really understand it, but these past few days, I’d noticed Mother had been off—her actions, tone, and mannerisms all felt like they had a purpose, like she was quietly working toward something. “Did you call me to talk about something involving the deed?” I asked, drawing her attention bac

Ariana’s POV “Ariana, there’s no need to go to such extremes. I’ll be there soon, just calm down and—” Before he could finish, I cut the call and lowered the phone slowly, my jaw tightening. One hand rested on my hip while the other clutched the phone tightly—ready to hurl it at the nearest wall if Ruben failed to live up to my demand. “Miss Ariana, I think it’s best if you—” “Silence.” I cut the guard off sharply, and he obeyed instantly. My heel tapped impatiently against the tiled floor while my mind began counting the seconds—one by one—like the ticking of a clock echoing through my chest. I turned my phone over to glance at the time. It was a little past four—thirty minutes to be exact. Five minutes. If he didn’t appear in five minutes, I’d do exactly what I threatened. Time suddenly seemed to rush, each second sharper than the last. The thrill of it twisted my lips into a wicked smile when I realized I had reached the final minute—and Ruben was still nowhere in sight.

Ariana’s POV “Dear, if you remain a statue on that bed, all this planning and discussion we’ve been having for the past few days will have been for nothing. Can you please move now and try to comprehend later?” Mother urged, her tone sharp yet weary. I exhaled heavily, disappointment washing over me. Of all things, I had wanted to be a step or two ahead—but this nap had set me back two or three instead. How comical. I shot off the bed just as Mother made her way to the door. “Can I change first?” I asked, watching her through the slit. “There’s no time for that, Ariana—and no need to,” Mother said, firm and definite. I huffed, though I already had an outfit in mind. I decided to leave it hanging in the wardrobe—but my heart jumped the instant the word wardrobe crossed my mind. That was when dread sank in. I’d have to make a choice—a heavy one. Would I take the deed along, or not? That single question sparked a mental storm. The pros and cons were too evenly balanced, too tang