All Chapters of Dirty Secret: Bound By My Professor's Desire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Leon would then start rambling through all his lies whenever someone tried to pry into his personal affairs. Leon preferred dealing with a mountain of work that demanded perfection. But whenever he was faced with a friend asking an ordinary question, especially one that veered into personal matters, Leon felt like he would spill his guts within a relatively short time. Honestly, he felt nauseous even now.Especially when Joan was the one asking him. The silver-haired man was far too perceptive and observant despite how indifferent he appeared. Even now, Leon felt as though the man were scanning him. His freely roaming eyes kept looking him up and down, making Leon feel awkward on his own. “Stop looking at me like that, Joan. You’re only making my situation worse.”“Oh, yeah? So what’s causing it?” he asked with the same smile before suddenly grimacing slightly. “A lot of students have been absent because they’re sick. I just wanted to know if that’s what’s bothering you right now,” Jo

The day after his conversation with Joan, Leon spent the rest of his day off lying in bed with his arm propped beneath his head. The man was overwhelmed by all sorts of assumptions and considerations running through his mind about his situation. He had Silvana, and their relationship had officially become a romantic one. They belonged to each other, and they loved each other. All of that was a truth that could not be hidden forever. No matter what other people might say, Leon had even reached the point where he had decided to stay with Silvana. Even though Joan had told him about Ms. Donna seeing the relationship between the young lecturer and his girlfriend’s best friend, and there had indeed been no rumors whatsoever around campus, it still felt strange to him that Joan had so boldly told him about his relationship with Jiyya just like that.Regardless of the logic behind this particular thought, Leon could only groan because he did not understand where his colleague was coming from

Silvana’s question sounded somewhat provocative for a moment, especially with the way her expression made it clear that she genuinely wanted to know how Leon would react to it. In the end, Leon simply chose to raise his free hand and affectionately ruffle his girlfriend’s long blond hair. “Yeah,” he answered honestly. “But I’ve never regretted it. I mean, I feel like we did the right thing, and I’m happy with the situation we’re in.”Silvana merely let out a small laugh, perhaps satisfied with Leon’s answer. “But it still feels wrong at the same time?”Leon raised an eyebrow. Was his girlfriend a psychic now? “And now you’re treating it like a joke.”Silvana leaned toward Leon just to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Sorry, but I never intended to let you go. No matter what people might say later.”Leon moved his hand away from the girl’s soft strands of hair, now more interested in caressing her cheek. He smiled when she said something so sweet to hear. He couldn’t help feeling fond

Never in his entire life had Leon been this grateful for all the ridiculous ramblings Ronald spouted during their regular gatherings. But this time, he was several times more grateful for the presence of the thick-eyebrowed man with his iconic bald head. Because thanks to him, at least the atmosphere was much livelier, and Ronald was also the type of person who wasn't particularly perceptive, so he didn't seem to notice what was happening at their table. Leon wouldn't even dare bet on how much awkwardness he would have to endure in this situation if that man weren't sitting at the table with him.As if he were tortured and utterly desperate to be sitting at the same table with them. Although, honestly, this was just their regular gathering, and Leon had never minded attending, even when it was a spontaneous get-together. Meetings like this happened regularly, after all. They weren't anything special, and it was perfectly normal for adults to wander around at night and have a few meani

Joan came home from an outing with his friends at ten o’clock at night. He casually closed the door behind him while occasionally humming softly to himself. But then his body immediately froze the moment he found Jiyya already sitting on the sofa in his living room. The girl seemed to be chewing ice cream in her mouth while her eyes remained focused on quickly scanning a book in her lap. If the woman sitting on that sofa right now had been someone else, it was certain that Joan would have pretended there was no one there, closed the door again, and chosen to sleep anywhere rather than at home. However, because the person in front of him was Jiyya, the man instead felt happy and at ease, something warm creeping into his heart. It felt like something rare. He had never once thought that Jiyya would be in his apartment without having to be asked first.Joan moved slightly and crept closer. The man was acting like a little kid just to give his beloved girl a small surprise. His face lit u