Todos los capítulos de Babysitting My Professor’s Son: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

LiviaA heavy, comforting heat wrapped around me, thicker and more soothing than any blanket. I shifted, sighing into the bed, and pressed myself closer to the source of the warmth. My shoulder brushed against something solid, broad, and firmly muscled.My eyelashes fluttered open.Professor Sterling lay mere inches away. The intimidating expression he wore like armor during the day was completely gone as he slept. Yesterday’s chaotic events rushed back into my mind, and I sighed a little, grateful for not screaming at the mere surprise of having him this close. He looked entirely different like this as his breathing came in slow, calm breaths. His jaw relaxed on the pillow. A stray lock of dark hair had fallen across his forehead, casting a soft shadow over his eyes. It took everything in me not to gently brush the hair from his eyes.Then, my gaze dropped to his lips, and I felt my heart skip a bit. I know I shouldn’t stare, but...holy moly, was it so hard. My eyes felt glued to

Livia“Why do we have to wear the same shirts and tags on our necks? I thought this was an expedition for the kids,” a tall guy on my far left grumbled, tugging at his stiff collar.Mr. Carson paused, a stack of blank sketch pads cradled in his arm. He gave a flat, unamused stare at the boy.“It’s part of the process. None of this would look strange to you if you had actually read the brochure,” he deadpanned.The guy snorted, crossing his arms. “Feels more like we are temp laborers hired to work a corporate gig.”A burst of muffled snickers rippled through the students standing nearest to him.“Unfortunately for you, this isn’t a vacation. Do as you're told.” Mr. Carson dumped a heavy stack of sketchbooks on the table right in front of the guy, the loud thud cutting off the remaining laughter.“Yeah, whatever…” the guy muttered, slumping his shoulders.We are currently at the lodge courtyard preparing items for the art exhibition. Piles of clipboards, sharpened pencils, thick sketch

LiviaThe glow of the phone screen illuminated the dark room. I read the text again. Then again. By the tenth time, I had already lost count, but the grin stretching across my face only grew wider.A response in just a few days was the last thing I expected.Glancing one last time at the words on the screen, my eyes shifted toward the door. I sat up, tracing the frame in the dim light, half-expecting it to swing open, half-hoping he would step inside, exactly as he did this morning.The anticipation bubbled up until I couldn’t hold it in. I grabbed the only pillow on the bed and shoved my face into it, then let out a muffled scream. I threw myself backward, tumbling flat on the bed.“This is so weird,” I mumbled to the empty ceiling. “Now it will be ten times harder to face him.”My chest tightened. Who am I kidding? To a man like him, this was probably just another uncomfortable situation. He would undoubtedly have dealt with far more stunning women than me.Images of him surrounded

Livia“So this is where you keep your clothes, and you can leave your box just beside the wardrobe,” Miss Evelyn said, gesturing vaguely at the corner before turning on her heel and sweeping out of the room.The door clicked shut, leaving behind a hollow silence.I looked around the small, unfamiliar space. I fought to make this choice, but looking back now, a cold weight settled in my stomach. Why does it feel like I just made a big mistake?Shaking the thoughts away, I unzipped my suitcase and forced myself into motion. I quickly folded my clothes, stacking them into the cramped wardrobe, then pulled out my chair and sat at the small wooden desk. I flipped open my notebook, clicked my pen, and booted up my laptop. For the next fifteen minutes, the only sounds in the room were the tapping of my keyboard and the scratching of a pen on paper as I tried to bury myself in editing the day's events.Then, the sudden buzz of my phone made me jump.I glanced down, my heart skipping a beat w

LiviaMy fingers wrapped tighter around my arms, digging into my sleeves. I kept my gaze glued to my lap, but I could still feel his stare watching every breath I took."Well… I felt it was of no use since you were also part of the trip," I replied."We were not together for the last twenty-four hours," he countered with an unbothered tone."Sir…" I swallowed, shifting my weight on the seat. "It doesn’t remove the fact that we went on the same trip. We were at some point together."He leaned back, letting his shoulders rest on the seat. He crossed his long legs and looked down at me with an unreadable expression. "I went on that trip as your lecturer, not as your employer. You should have done as I told you."Heat crawled up my neck. Hearing him lay it out like that does make a good point. But why does it feel like he was taking this so completely to heart?I forced my chin up to meet his gaze and cleared my throat. "I apologize for not informing you of my arrival, sir” He didn’t say