Novel & Cerita Babysitting The Professor Son

I looked over to the side and I saw most of my coursemates whispered something amongst themselves as most of the girls giggled. My eyes returned to the podium and when I did our eyes ran into the other. Killian wore a dark pants and a lilac top, the shirt covered the tatoos but from the way he was built and his look he was the perfect definition of an hot professor. My own step brother is the professor of the one class that I needed more than anything, how could this even be. Class ended with Killian paying little or no attention to me and right now I was standing just beside my hall as I rang my mom's phone for the fifth time.

After failing to win over the professor, I went back to my own world. But a year later, the system that made the deal with me came back in tears, begging me to return. It said my target—that cold-blooded psychology professor—was trying to destroy the entire world just to see me one more time. I said no. How could he lose his mind over losing me? His heart had always belonged to his stepsister Vivienne. For Vivienne's sake, he'd dropped me more times than I could count and left a trail of damage behind. Then the system sweetened the offer. Only three months. Come back, and when it was over, it would not only return my feelings but pay me a hundred million on top. So I went back to Seba

But that would make him I was trying to cosy up to him. This was driving me insane. I made my way back to my dorm room. Audrey was already there. “Lily, how was class?” “It was odd” “Odd?” “Yes” “How?” “You know that my young professor I told you about?” “Yes, why?” “Well he took a sick leave today” “Sick leave? I thought he was in school yesterday” “He was, that's why it's so strange” “Wait you mentioned something about people whispering yesterday” “I did”

That was a feeling I hadn't felt in a very long time. "I see. I think you'll be great at it." He said smiling at me. I looked at him. How could he tell? "What about you?" I asked. "I'm not a student. I'm actually here to replace one of the psychology professors who's retiring at the end of the semester. I was asked to come and observe the last couple of weeks of his classes and get a feel for the school. I start this summer though." A professor? He didn't look old enough to be a teacher. Then again looks can be deceiving.

I feel like he was just following me, obviously just messing around with my feelings. "Oh, no! My baby has already arrived—" I'm dead! Why did Dad hold the door open for us?! And he's still recovering! Why did they discharge him already?! “D- Dad, this is Sir Mikhail. He is my professor. Is Mom here?” I let Sir in, while Dad just gaped looking at him. What's going on inside Dad's head? Hold on! Shouldn't that be the question I'm asking myself?! Why do I have my professor in our house?!

He entered the sitting room and met Ayla gazing at the television. “So you couldn’t hear my voice because of this film?” professor MacPherson said as he walked to the sitting room. “Oh! Welcome dad! I am sorry,” Ayla said and muted the television. “Thank you,” professor MacPherson said. He glimpsed at the television, placed his briefcase on the table and sat down. “How was work today, dad?” Ayla said. “It was fine; how was your day?” professor MacPherson said. “It wasn’t fine, dad. Everywhere is boring,” Ayla said.

the professor asked further. “That's impressive. What exactly is your job?” the professor asked. “I’m a Nanny sir!” Bianca answered proudly. “She is what?” whispering was heard right after. “Did she just say that out loud?” “She is a nanny?” more whispers came. “Excuse me, what did you say?” the professor questioned again. “I said I'm a nanny sir, I take care of other people's kids to earn a decent living!” she told him yet again. “Miss Ferguson, wouldn’t you have problems with your schedule?” Her professor asked.

Frost’s whereabouts. Once she was with him, she complained about them first. “Brother, is the professor still dependable? He said that the disciple of his is some sort of a doctor, but all I see is a pregnant woman in her early twenties! She doesn’t look like a professional at all!” “Really?” Mr. Frost’s heart became cold. All this while, he was worried sick for his son’s ears. He had even contacted the professor last year to ask if he had any new treatment, but the professor said he didn’t.

I contemplated telling everyone what was on my mind but I didn't want to spoil it on this day and just in time my phone beeped and it was a message. "I have to leave, I have work to do," I cleaned my mouth and stood up from the dining table. "Where are you off to at this time of the night?" Louis asked concern written all over his face. "Professor Lisa asked me to babysit for her son tonight," I explained to everyone. Professor Lisa is one of my lecturers in school, she holds a very high position, when she came to know of my financial situation she offered to help by paying me for my babysitting her grandchildren.

She raised her hands up in mock surrender, and I just scoffed, retrieving my jotting pad from my tote bag as the professor in charge strolled in, or should I say, waddled in with a huge baby bump. "She should be off her feet and resting at home. Her baby's father must be a brute for her to still be working at this stage of her pregnancy." I gritted out, and shook my head, angry at the faceless man in my mind, who I deduced was the professor's baby father. I had no idea why I was suddenly so enraged with a strange and nameless man. "I second that, just look at her. She seems so exhausted." Katie agreed, and I huffed before a forbidden thought struck me.