Professor Sonia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he whispered back, feigning innocence, though his eyes betrayed his actual amusement. Raising an eyebrow in mock curiosity, Sonu prompted Nadia to continue. "I know you are yearning for Sonia. She is a remarkable woman," Nadia declared, her voice tinged with admiration. "The way she effortlessly commands attention and exudes confidence, it's no wonder you're drawn to her."

I said, trying to convince her and myself too. She looked at me as if checking me out so I diverted my gaze, trying to focus my attention to Professor Esquerra. Prof. Jeremy Esquerra is also a good-looking guy like Prof. Trystan Fortez. Both of them are also good friends. Prof. Esquerra is our school doctor. He smiles often and more approachable than Prof. Fortez but I still find the latter more attractive. I am wondering why Professor Fortez is not yet here.

He looked around and asked me to bend my head so no one could hear us. “Dr Tona got fired.” A gasp fell from my lips and I felt a sick sense of joy in my heart. “Really? What happened?” “Well, let’s just say she messed with the wrong person. Apparently, someone reported her for begging lecturers to change Rami’s grades.” That was absolutely scandalous. “Wow.” I snorted “Wow is right.” Some people just gave women a bad name. “So, who’s taking her course now?” “It’s supposed to be Professor Jared but he’s currently not around.” My heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. I couldn’t help the blush that coloured my cheeks.

Trevor shifted the topic by saying, "Sonia, this is my other sister, who I talked to you about earlier. Her name is Stella Hall." Then, he said to Stella, "Stella, this is Captain Clarkson's daughter, Sonia Clarkson. All of us call her Sonia. Her father was my instructor, and her mother is a nurse. When Jaylene was being treated abroad, they showed us great hospitality." Stella nodded and extended her hand. "Nice to meet you." Sonia shook her hand emotionlessly. Jaylene spoke warmly, "Sonia, it's been a long time. You've gotten so much prettier now! I could hardly recognize you."

A perk for being a good teacher, I guess. Outside the mafia world, I am Professor Quinn. I use my middle name and there are bickering that I am Matteo Scarpelli, or a doppelganger. No one has ever dared ask me openly because they fear I might cut them into pieces and through their dismembered parts away where they will never be found. Well, my only requirement to the school before accepting this job is that my professional life be kept aside from my several businesses. Stanbury accepted my terms and that's how I became a History Professor in their establishment, this year being my fifth year with them.

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.

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

“Sure. What do you need?” “I’m interested in Professor Elena Thompson’s lectures,” Ren said smoothly. “She gave a fascinating talk this morning, and I’d like to know if she’s teaching any upcoming seminars or classes that are open to visitors.” The man smiled, clearly pleased by the interest. “Professor Thompson does have a talent for captivating an audience,” he said. “She’s leading a seminar on comparative mythology next week. It’s a bit niche, but if you’re interested in folklore, it’s worth attending.”

She noticed the grin on her mother's face and asked, “Mom, have you come up with something?” “I’ll call Mrs. Ross later and tell her about Tristan and Sylvia,” Dona answered with a smile. Sonia failed to understand. “Why are you telling her that?” “Do you think Mrs. Ross will accept Sylvia as her daughter-in-law once she knows Tristan wants to call off the engagement because of her?” Sonia’s eyes glimmered. “Sylvia is a divorcee and a mother of two. There’s no way Mrs. Ross will accept her!” … Later at night, even though Dona had already informed Catherine about Tristan and Sylvia, Sonia still could not sleep.

Just as I made to close the diary, the door opened and I raised my head to see Sonia my bunky, walking in looking so low-spirited, while dragging her luggage along side her. "Sonia, what is it? Are you okay? Why are your dragging your bags back in? Or you aren't leaving today again?" I hurriedly, yet curiously asked. She sank down heavily on her chair before looking at me with such pitiable weak eyes. "We can't go home now. Professor Bunmi said we have to stay back in school due to some projects our department would be working on for at least, a week." She finally dropped the bomb shell. "What??!" I gasped.