Babysitting The Professor Son Novels & Stories

“You’re bold enough to yell at me and crazy enough to argue with me. That’s rare. And entertaining.” She crossed her arms, refusing to lose. “So you just want entertainment from your secretary?” “No,” he said flatly. “But if you’re going to babysit me—which is basically what secretaries do—I need someone who won’t faint every time I raise my voice.” She almost laughed. Babysit? Really? “Babysit you? Sir, last time I checked, taking care of you is not part of the job description.” Their eyes locked. Lukas, cold and arrogant. Shaina, brave but playful. Neither wanted to back down.

His grip wasn’t tight, but it stopped me instantly. I stared down at his large hand on my skin, then looked up to his face. “I am not saying this because you are my son’s babysitter,” he said slowly in a deep voice. “But you look like you are carrying a weight that is bigger than you. You can… talk to me. If you need to.” I stared at him, my lips parted in disbelief. Was this really the cold, distant professor? Was it because he saw me in tears and broken during my nightmare?

And what exactly had he planned to do with that information? ⸻ Dad’s office was crowded when we arrived. Mom stood near the window, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Caleb occupied one of the chairs, and Michael Walker stood beside Dad’s desk. Professor Bennett sat opposite them. He looked terrible. His usually neat brown hair was disheveled, his shirt wrinkled, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes. For a man who’d spent an entire semester lecturing us about discipline, he looked like he’d lost an argument with a washing machine.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Professor. I want my baby to stay close to you and rub off a little of your good luck. "Make sure you clean every corner properly, okay, Professor?" Her tone sounded warm, but she clearly treated me like a servant. Leonard and our son were completely unmoved. My fists clenched on their own. I turned and walked away.

With that in mind, calling him sir only felt right… Regardless, Zivon immediately raised a brow as he replied, “…Why would I stop in the first place?” Startled by his confusion, the professor then said, “Well… You have a girlfriend now, no? And you’re also busy re-establishing your company, so we were worried that you’d get too busy… Just so you know, one of our younger professors had a child last year, and he’s been busy taking care of it with his wife since then… He hasn’t returned to the laboratory to date. To add… Well, you were never distracted like you were just moments ago in the past…”

He could also have requested his troops again — there was a high probability. The professor arrived when the bell rang. I thought Mr. Niven won't be attending our class that day but that's him and he's in front of us, teaching. I heard that his son is sick. Maybe he ordered or requested someone to watch over his five-year-old son, but either way, I shouldn't interfere in his life. Time had already passed by. During the class, a guy suddenly entered the doorway at the front. It's almost half an hour.

“Nobody could last longer than three days with her, and I am in a really tight situation here. Which is why I am offering you a position as my baby’s caretaker.” I gotta admit, I didn’t see that one coming. What the hell does he mean by: be my baby’s nanny? Do I look like I'm somebody's nanny? I went to Harvard. I am very sure I applied for the post of assistant. So why the hell is he asking me to be his daughter’s nanny? “I’m not sure I understand, sir.” I give him a chance to clarify himself. “I am asking you to be my daughter’s nanny.” He says it slowly this time.

the professor retorted, "why tormenting me with your problems," Becky asked, "Pray not to be In this kind of dilemma," the professor said, while tears dripping down from his eyes, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to hurt you," Becky said, "Will you wipe my tears by giving me a child?" the professor asked, "Please, let me be," Becky said, The professor drives Into his compound and parks his car, and both of them came out of the car, and they walked Into the living room, meanwhile, the professor's wife was not at home she was on morning duty because she was a nurse In one of the public hospitals,

The middle-aged man still yelled at his son loudly and went out the door, but when he saw his son bring a girl home, he and the hand holding the long stick stopped, with a fierce expression. Peter: “Hi Dad, your son is back. This is Mia Joan, my friend.” He turned to look at her: "Introduce you, this is my father, old professor Leon Wayne." When his father heard his son say that he immediately glared at his son, holding the folded handle up: "You are not talking properly, who is the old professor?" He is only 60 years old, and still has the strength to chase his son, so he is still very young and healthy.

I can imagine her menacing eyes that as if giving me a warning not to do anything that would upset her. “I understand.” I replied before ending the call. I took a deep breath to calm my clamping nerves. I want to suppress the irritation building inside me before I face Professor Fortez. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head. “ARE YOU sure you don’t want me to accompany you?” asked Professor Fortez for the nth time. He said that he will help me explain to my parents why I didn’t celebrate the Christmas Eve with them. What a thoughtful guy. We are heading to my condo.