The Professor’s Trap
He approached her with measured steps, glanced toward Yousef’s office door, and then turned to her, whispering in a smooth tone laced with a hidden threat:
"Twenty-four full minutes inside Dr. Yousef's locked office, Hala... Heavy breathing, flushed lips—looks like you just walked out of a heated battle."
The blood drained from Hala’s veins. Her eyes widened in genuine horror! Swallowing hard as she tried to feign composure, her voice trembled:
"What are you implying, Amir?! I was strictly discussing course material and attendance with him!"
Amir let out a soft, sarcastic laugh, taking a step closer to trap her under his sharp gaze:
"I'm a content creator, beautiful. I read body language and