THE PROFESSOR'S SECRET GIRL
Her fingers trembled slightly around the folder she was holding, while the air in the room seemed to thicken, pressing against her lungs until breathing became hot and heavy.
Dominic Sinclair—the young professor everyone knew for his cold demeanor and unapproachable aura—sat casually behind his desk, as if he’d just made an ordinary offer. His face was calm, almost expressionless, but those gray eyes of his held the unmistakable gleam of control.
“Excuse me?” Renata’s voice came out hoarse. “What do you mean… by secret girl?”
“I know your scholarship was revoked,” Dominic said, leaning back in his chair, his lips curving into a faint, unnerving smile. “That’s why you came to see me today, is