Well, if I had such a beauty by my side, I would dote on her like a maniac too.Mrs. King blushed at the professor's words. Her eyes seemed all misty. "What are you saying? I see Lulu is a well-behaved young woman. Don't scare her. You're not allowed to speak to Lulu like that in the future, or I'll punish you," Mrs. King said softly in a Soralian accent, making my knees go weak."Fine, fine, I got it. You just favor everyone over me. They're more important to you than me," the professor muttered discontentedly. But he was not speaking loudly. He was just grumbling under his breath.When his gaze swept over me, he gave me a fierce glare that nearly made me shiver and fall. His glare was like a missile, bombing me. He was all sweet and gentle toward his wife but came at me with guns blazing. It was really too much."Mrs. King, the professor is so scary. Why did you decide to marry him? Have you ever regretted it in the past 20 years?" Before I finished my sentence, the profess
Xavier saw how quickly I dodged and sat up properly. Then, he burst into laughter. He pressed his hand against his temples and forehead. He laughed so hard that he was out of breath."Luna, are you an elementary school kid? Why are you sitting so upright? And you even hid your hand behind your back. It's hilarious!"I looked at my sitting posture, my back straight and my knees together. My hand was quietly clenched into a fist behind my back. I really did resemble an elementary school student who was being disciplined by the teacher if not for the lack of a backpack, my height, and my age.Because of what he said, I suddenly remembered the time when I was about seven or eight years old. Back then, I was skinny and sitting in the front row of the classroom with this exact same posture, staring at the blackboard with wide eyes.After more than a decade, I was already an adult now. I unexpectedly felt a different kind of nostalgia and joy as I recalled the bits and pieces of my childh
Xavier didn't slow down just because Colin joined us, but I thought he sounded like he was talking with gritted teeth.Oh, I understood it now. He didn't hate me. The one he hated was Colin. It had to be because Colin had caused him more setbacks and scolding.The time we spent at the professor's house was very enjoyable.Xavier escorted us out on behalf of his parents. I stood on the steps to wait for Colin as he went to get the car. Xavier maintained a polite smile the entire time. After we had driven about ten yards, I turned back to look and saw Xavier was still in the same spot. But his clear eyes now seemed like a hawk locking onto its prey. His gaze was extremely sharp, making me shiver involuntarily."What's wrong? Is it too cold?"I was rubbing my arms with my hands, soothing the sudden goosebumps that appeared as I shook my head.After driving for some distance, I turned my head back again.Colin noticed my unease and asked me what was wrong.After thinking for a
During the special training, Andrew was extremely anxious, fearing that Queenie would be angry with him and wouldn't forgive him for his sudden disappearance. And he was even more afraid that during his absence, Flynn would come to stir up trouble and take away what he had built so far.So, he went crazy and completed the training several days in advance. He fought with extreme perseverance, earning the first-ever bonus for finishing the training ahead of schedule.However, the taller one climbed, the more vulnerable one became.Indeed, he stood out among his peers within the Lamberts, impressing the head of the family who had always regarded him as the successor. His name was firmly at the top position in the line of succession.He became the center of attention and was admired by everyone in an instant.And Queenie became the one who pulled him down from his pedestal. No matter how much power he held in the Lamberts, he could only be obedient and behave like a little puppy beggi
Colin seemed particularly insistent on this matter. He had been telling me to keep my distance from this person or that person.It was like that with Xavier, Winston, and especially Felix. It was as if I was a prized possession.There were times that I wanted to ask him, did he ever think that even if I kept my distance from them, it wouldn't stop them from coming to me?If he wanted me to stay with him for the long run, he should provide me with enough sense of security and plenty of love so that I would willingly sink into his tender embrace. The distance between two people was not determined by the physical distance but by how close their hearts were.Take Winston, for example. No matter how far I tried to stay away from him, how far could I really go? We were studying on the same campus. We were bound to see each other. Moreover, we were both art students and were already meeting almost every day at the studio. Currently, we were even working on a project together. It was imp
I quickly found a towel and handed it to Winston. He took it to dry the water from his hair."I looked around everywhere but didn't see anyone suspicious. Are you sure someone was following you?" His head was wrapped in the towel, muffling his voice.How could I be wrong about the footsteps? It was so clear.I calmed myself and forced out a smile. "Well, maybe."Lunch was delivered about 20 minutes late. The delivery guy wiped the water off his face and sincerely apologized to me. Then, he eagerly asked for feedback on his service.He looked to be around 20 years old and had a young face. His eyes were filled with anxiety and unease, yet he courageously made his request to me."Sorry for being late. It's raining quite heavily…" He knew he was late and tried to explain. But he couldn't find a suitable excuse. Finally, he gave up and pleaded, "I'm not hoping for your praise. Just don't give me a bad review. My salary will be deducted for receiving a bad review. Please, Miss, I be
If Flynn was like Winston, willing to work hard for his own future, how could he possibly drift apart from Queenie?The painting I was working on was called Lonior's Peony. The entire composition was grand and magnificent, with gorgeous bright colors. It was one of my favorite designs in the Dreamlight project. That was why I exerted more effort than the two paintings before.After painting for a long time, my neck started to ache from fatigue. I looked up and saw that it was already pitch-black outside. The heavy rain had turned into a drizzle, streaming down the window glass slowly.The room was very quiet. Besides me, only Winston was still around. He was about seven to eight yards away from me.However, he wasn't painting. Instead, he was sitting in his chair, his arms folded over the back of the chair. He was resting his chin on his arm while staring at me without blinking.He was about six feet tall and had a slender body. He was in a white pants and shirt, which made him lo
The gaze Winston gave me was a little similar to Colin's, yet it felt different. It made me think, was he really going to confess to me even after being rejected? What was he thinking?When Colin looked at me like that, besides feeling shy, there was also a feeling of sweetness and anticipation.However, with Winston, I only felt a heaviness. It was like a rock pressing on my back. I felt uncomfortable, and even the air seemed particularly oppressive. I just wanted to escape.This should be the difference between loving someone and not loving them.I felt uneasy, fearing that Winston might pursue me relentlessly as Felix did.No, I had to leave this place.So, I began to pack up my things, hoping to escape from this oppressive place in the shortest time possible before things got out of hand."Uhm, I first saw you on the day of your registration for graduate school. You were wearing a light blue long skirt, had long dark hair, and a face that was more delicate than a painting. B