All Chapters of My Professor Is My Husband : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

(Third person POV)The clock strikes 9.PM. It reverberates in the room like a haunting is about to begin. Moments ago, two of Ethan's brothers had checked into a suite, ahead of the meeting tomorrow. Moments later, their mother knocked on the door, but it creaked open, inviting her inside, just to freeze mid sentence like her two sons.Ethan walks in later, along with his third brother, their conversation ringing out before they met the scene of a familiar broad shoulders before the vanity mirror in the room. Black shirt, neatly tucked into his tailored black pants. Sleeves perfectly rolled up to the elbow. His back to them, with a clinking sound coming off from the glass and his intermittent knock on the surface with his wedding ring.Ethan gulped loudly, but his third brother beams rather too bright, for someone in consensus with his family's plot.“ Close the door, will you?” He casually droned, like it is a normal family get together. Like he's supposed to be here and not overseas

(Nicki)He pressed a kiss to my neck, tongue teasing my bare skin. Wet tongue against mine, plying my lips apart. Moistening my tongue with his. Unable to hold back my moans any longer, my lips parted, releasing them in quick succession. His name tastes so good on my tongue, just as good as his touch feels. He grabs my peak, his concentration fixed on my parted lips. He brushes the edges with his, leaving a breath between, before dipping his tongue again.Hands around his neck, my legs kicked free, straddling his waist. He lifts me without flexing a muscle, hoisting me on a particular traditional church seat that wasn't already giving way to age and termite.“ You are too damn wet,” he mumbled against my lips, detaching from my lips to show me his fully soaked hand.I throw my gaze away, wondering when he slipped his hands into my pants without my idea.He tilts my chin back to his face, and plants a kiss along my jawline. “ Let me pleasure you, Mrs. Devinsky.”Low, steady, with a d

This is getting boring. Listening to accusations fired from all directions, and Aaron's distance gaze, like a kind of withdrawal, my mind blanks under a haze of thought. The photo shows my face, no doubt. But with Aaron in joggers everyone else in this room would swear that it isn't him.If the question had come out from someone else, I would roll my eyes. Give a snappy or ridiculous reply. Anything to push someone to the edge of annoyance. I wasn't expecting it to come from him.He repeated the question, his gaze burning holes into mine. The sudden detachment and the vicious indifference radiating from him, has me second guessing myself…his intentions…coming under discomfort on my seat.“ I do infact recognize the person, because it's me.” He smirked, lips lifted on the side. My eyes wander to the screen where about five of the members of the family are laid out in brigs. Jaime and his family.Ethan, not exempted.He has a mock smile on. Meeting my gaze, he turns on a swivel chair,

( The butler's POV)When I promised Aaron's mother that I would make good my promise to his grandfather, I made it clear, no one will come between him and lasting happiness.I don't break promises, but I break people.Sitting across her on the hospital bed, I rub my temples, tuning out her voice and the rattling noise that comes from her teeth clashing and gnashing. She's tasting my patience.“ Why are you here, Mr. Li? You of all people. By my bedside. Tell me, what has brought the sea snake to my domain?”With even eyes, and plain expression, I looked her dead in the eyes, emotionless.“ You have made things difficult for the son who was committed into my hands. In fact, you have made things difficult for me.”Her lips twitch. Her forehead crinkle, and her eyes blink repeatedly. Breath quickening to the pace of a racehorse, she stirs on the bed, adjusting to the edge. “ And I'm sure you know very well how much I loathe such scenarios. Don't you?”Jaws clenched, skin sagging about

Did I hear her right? Did she call that name?My head spin with disbelief. I try to relax my shoulders, but the shock gets me drifting occasionally. Don Salvatore El? Unbelievable! Weighing the chances of it being true, I sink back on the couch, gauging Nicki's expression.Her eyebrows are arched, emotions flat, lacking the excitement that should come with the news. This is Don Salvatore El we are talking about. As much as I might not like the old goat, I must admit that he's one of a kind.“ We are rich!!” The girl spinned, ecstatic. I nod, with understanding. That's something you should expect in a case like this, but Nicki is sitting at the edge of the couch like it is the personification of indifference, watching the teen radiate with incredibly great joy, for someone who isn't a direct relative.Don't want to spoil the whole thing, so I'm going to keep shut and try to enjoy the scene, however boring and insufferable it is.“ Uhmm…Maya, calm down…I think you're mistaken…it might