All Chapters of THE PROFESSOR'S TEMPTATION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A cold morning at one of the most prestigious campuses in London.The morning air felt as if it were piercing the skin, cold and damp, sweeping across the pavements of the University of London campus, which was beginning to fill with students. A thin mist still hung between the old stone buildings that stood majestically, as if concealing the long history and hidden stories behind their walls.Cassie walked quickly, almost running, along the pavement towards the main lecture building. A worn black backpack hung on her back, and the thin grey jacket she wore looked faded, a stark contrast to the expensive coats and branded bags used by most of the students on campus.She checked her somewhat faded digital watch, seven fifty-eight. Two more minutes before her business class started. She bit her lower lip, hoping to get in before the notoriously strict lecturer closed the door.However, Cassie's steps suddenly halted when three female students stood in front of her, right near the entran

Still inside Professor Charles' office.Silence enveloped the wood-paneled room. Professor Charles' office was filled with stacks of books, academic journals, and the aroma of untouched coffee. In the guest chair sat a young girl with her face covered in lipstick scribbles and her hair disheveled. Her hands trembled, her eyes red from crying. It was Cassie.Professor Charles sat in the chair in front of her, looking at the girl with concern. He sighed deeply, then took a box of tissues and sat next to Cassie."Let me help," he said in a low voice, full of empathy.Cassie could only nod slightly. She couldn't say anything yet. Tears fell again, wetting her cheeks, which still showed traces of harsh red lipstick. Professor Charles carefully took a wet wipe and continued to clean the girl's face."Do they often do this to you?" Professor Charles asked as he gently wiped Cassie's cheek.Cassie hesitated. But finally, she answered softly, "Melisa and the others hate me because I'm poor and

Meanwhile, Cassie had just arrived at the bus stop, waiting for the vehicle to her apartment. She didn't know that a burly man in a black suit was watching her from a distance. It was Blake, Professor Charles' henchman.Through a small communication device in his ear, Blake spoke softly. "Target appears safe. Moving towards the bus route. Approximately ten meters away."Blake walked casually, as if he were just an ordinary pedestrian. But his eyes were alert, watching everyone who passed Cassie. He even saw Alan briefly appear on the corner of the street, but he quickly disappeared when he saw Blake approaching."Threat receding. Will continue to monitor," Blake muttered, following from a distance.Night fell. In her apartment, Cassie lay down on the bed, still thinking about Charles. Her eyes stared at the ceiling."I know there's something strange about Prof. Charles," she whispered. "But why can't I stop thinking about him?"Cassie looked at her phone, opening a text message from

In his heart, Charles held back something he couldn't express."I want more than that, Cassie. But not yet."The professor was determined. Cassie had to graduate first. Her dreams had to be achieved. Only after that, if the time was right, would he reveal who he really was. Not just a lecturer, but the man who had been supporting and protecting her from afar.Cassie yawned slightly. "You're tired," Charles said, standing up. "I won't stay long. Rest."Cassie looked at him, still holding the cup of hot chocolate. "Prof, can I be honest?""Of course.""I'm glad you came. It feels like eternal peace."Those words hit Charles' heart like a gentle storm. He smiled, hiding his emotional turmoil."I'll always be there when you need me," Charles said. "So ... never be afraid."Cassie nodded. "Thank you, Prof Charles. I'm really lucky to have a lecturer like you."Charles stepped back, raising a small hand in greeting. "See you on campus." Not forgetting to kiss Cassie's forehead briefly.The

The London sky began to be shrouded in gray fog as Grandma Evelyn stepped out of the black cab that had brought her home from her old friend’s house. The night wind pierced to the bone, and the streetlights began to flicker on one by one. The grand house at the corner of Kensington Street stood gracefully, as if welcoming back its lady of the house.With slow steps, Grandma Evelyn opened the main door, hung her old fur coat on the rack, then patted her neatly styled silver hair. She sighed in relief, then called out as she stepped inside.“Charles? Grandma’s home!”But there was no answer. The house was silent. Too silent.The woman placed her small bag on the foyer table, about to head to the kitchen to make some warm tea, when her gaze stopped at something unusual.A pair of women’s shoes, cream-colored, lay on the marble floor near the stairs. Untidy. As if thrown in a rush.Grandma Evelyn’s brow furrowed.“What is this?” she whispered.With a bad feeling, Grandma Evelyn climbed th