More Than A Gesture
Daniel, standing beside her, chimed in with fake concern, “Don’t say that, Professor. Maybe Mr. Sargent just wants to sit in and observe.
“He may lack a formal education, but having a heart eager to learn isn’t a bad thing, right?”
“John? Audit a seminar? He’s more likely to embarrass us,” Violet sneered.
The two took turns ridiculing me, leaving me no chance to speak.
Just then, someone walked over to greet Violet.
“Professor Miller, we meet again. The gentleman beside you must be your husband?”
Violet glanced at me coolly, then effortlessly wrapped her arm around Daniel’s.
“That’s right. This is my husband, Daniel Webster—he’s also a researcher at my institute.”
At that, the crowd immediat