All Chapters of His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

JasmineMia stopped talking to me after the café.No more waves across the quad. No more forced smiles in the hallway before class. She walked past me now like I wasn’t there at all, eyes fixed straight ahead, jaw set, moving with the particular stiffness of someone working very hard to look unbothered.I should have been relieved. Instead, every time she ignored me, the unease in my stomach grew worse.“She’s avoiding you,” Ari said at lunch, dropping into the seat beside me. Her eyes followed Mia across the cafeteria before returning to me. “You’ve noticed, right?”I scoffed. “Trust me, I have.”“Good riddance, honestly.” Ari unwrapped her sandwich, but she kept watching Mia’s table. “It’s still weird, though. She used to look for excuses to come over here. Now she won’t even look at you.”I glanced across the room. Mia was laughing at something one of the girls beside her said, but the second her eyes moved toward our table, the smile disappeared, and she turned away before our gaz

JasmineI broke a plate at the diner the next afternoon, then another one barely twenty minutes later.The first time, Peggy had only frowned at me while one of the kitchen staff swept up the pieces, but after the second plate slipped through my fingers and shattered beside the counter, she took the next order straight out of my hands before I could carry it anywhere.“Okay, that’s enough. Sit down before you break something more expensive than my plates.”“I’m fine, Peggy. My hands are just being stupid today.”“You’ve broken two plates, nearly poured orange juice into Mrs. Cooper’s coffee, and gave Mr. Henderson sugar after he asked you twice for cream. You are not fine, sweetheart. Sit.”There was no point arguing when she used that tone. I followed her toward the empty table near the kitchen and dropped into the chair, suddenly grateful for the chance to stop moving. My hands were still trembling slightly when I rested them on my lap, the same faint tremor that had followed me sin

Jasmine“You’re coming to the fall festival,” Ari said, dropping into the seat across from me with the same determined look she wore whenever she had already made a decision and was only informing me afterward.I looked up from my notes. “Ari, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Plus, I—”“No. Don’t even finish that sentence.” She folded her arms. “You’ve been walking around like a ghost for weeks, Jasmine. You barely sleep, you’re distracted half the time, and yesterday you nearly jumped out of your skin because some guy dropped his backpack behind you.”My stomach knotted at the reminder. “I have a lot going on.”“I know you do, and I also know you’re not ready to tell me all of it.” Some of the frustration left her face as she leaned closer. “I’m trying really hard to respect that, but I’m not going to sit here and watch you disappear from everything you used to enjoy because you’re scared.”My eyes dropped to the open textbook between us, though I hadn't read a single sentence since

JasmineThe world had gone strange and slow around me, like I was trying to move through water instead of air.“How is this even happening?” Bella said from my other side. The fear in her voice cut through some of the fog. “She hasn’t had enough to drink to be acting like this. She hasn’t had anything except that water.”“I know.” Ari’s hold on me firmed when I swayed. “We’re getting her away from the crowd first. Jasmine, can you walk?”“I think so.”Even that sounded wrong. My tongue felt too heavy for my mouth, turning the simple words into something slow and clumsy.Panic pressed harder against my chest. “Ari, something’s wrong. Something’s really wrong.”“I know, baby. We know.” Bella moved closer, sliding my arm around her shoulders. “We’re getting you out of here. Just stay with us.”They started walking me toward the edge of the quad, one on either side of me. My feet kept dragging against the grass, and the ground seemed to shift each time I stepped. The music from the stage

JasmineThe first thing I noticed was the beeping, slow and steady, close to my head. The rhythm mixed with the pounding ache in my skull.The second thing I noticed was the warmth around my hand, holding on like whoever it belonged to had been afraid to let go.I opened my eyes slowly and waited for the room to stop swimming. White walls came into focus first, then the curtain pulled halfway around the bed, the monitor beside me, and the IV taped to the back of my hand.Davin was in the chair beside me, his fingers wrapped tightly around mine, his head lowered as if he had been staring at our joined hands for a long time.The moment I moved, his head lifted.“Hey. You’re awake.”The rough, tired edge in his voice made my chest ache—nothing like the calm, controlled voice he used everywhere else.“Davin?” My throat felt painfully dry. “What happened?”Relief moved across his face before a darker expression replaced it.“Someone drugged you at the festival. The doctors think it was GHB