Chapter 5: The jilted groom.

Wendy's POV.

May and I stepped into our class as she kept talking about the new hot professor. This girl had practically gone to search for him on the net. I don't understand May's problem. She just cannot stop talking about him and I was so shocked when she came to wake me up this morning for school. May was always the sluggish one.

I shook my head knowing that the only reason she was so excited to come to school was because of the new professor in school.

And just as I had reasoned, she hasn't stopped talking about him since we left the house.

"We have his third-period class. He teaches mathematics and I heard he is very good. I spent most of the time last night revising mathematics in case he asks questions,"

Okay, I hate math.

This is just to prove that l and this professor might not work well together. It happened with all the math teachers I had had in my lifetime. Math is a subject I wish to delete from human history.

"Have seen him," a girl said excitedly, jumping up like a teenager on her first date.

"Ah, me too. He was going into the staff office earlier," Another shrieked and I sighed.

"Tell me, tell me, was he as rumored? Is he jaw-dropping?"

"He is worth drooling for!" came the squeal.

I practically rolled my eyes because I know these schools. Aside from the fact that they exaggerate a lot, they are quick to forget things. Soon, this new handsome professor will die down and everyone will come back to their senses.

May had left me to speak with the ladies who couldn't stop screaming behind me. I didn't know how else to close my ears to their screams and squeals.

Anything that has to do with man, I am no longer interested and I will never be till death do me a path. I don't want to have even a fling with them, ever.

After what Aaron did to me, in my span of life, If I am giving 200 bucks and a man to make a pick, I'll pick 200 bucks. Never will I have anything to do with a man ever again!

I've planned to finish my studies with good grades and get a job. Other things can fall in later. I'm no longer the princess after all.

Soon, our teacher came into the class and I couldn't help but be enthused because everyone finally found their seats. The whole class became quiet as it should be. We all brought out our notes, ready to study when the door pushed open.

"Hello class," the head of our department stepped in.

My brows furrowed as I wondered what exactly was the issue. Why was he here?

"As most of you must have heard, a new professor is here to teach you Mathematics from now onwards"

I rolled my eyes, just when I was excited that the issue had died down, he came from his office to raise the topic again!

"Professor George, please come in,"

The first thing I saw was his shiny black shoes, then up to his trousers. I heard gasps from behind as I was one of the front-row benchers.

My eyes moved up, his broad chest screamed physically fit. Then my eyes finally landed on his face and my breath hitched.

No!

My brain screamed No!

My eyes were so wide I couldn't stop staring at the man before me. He is George. He is the man! No way!

He is the widower I had left at the altar and ran away back in London. He is the widower…

Oh no!

My head had lost its ability to think, I couldn't hear any more words. Instead, I only saw their mouths moving. The head of the department was speaking but I wasn't hearing a thing, my head was blank.

Professor George's eyes met mine and the air in my lungs seized, I almost ducked. Does he recognize me? Does he know me?

My heart was beating so fast and loud, I couldn't hardly swallow. I was getting dizzy, I felt my fingertips turning cold, and they were trembling.

The man's eyes never left me, he kept staring at me. I thought I would die already. His gaze or expression, I couldn't read, was he angry?

His intense gaze was flammable, he could set me on fire. My insides burned, I tried to take my eyes off him but he got me hooked. Those blue eyes filled with fire held me bound.

"He will be back by 11 am for his course," the head of the department said, causing me to snap out of it. And both men walked out of the class.

What the hell was that?

Another question, how can a widower be so built? What was he eating? No, doing?

Yes, I was shown his picture only once but I never expected him to be this built and good-looking in real life. Or was it not the same man? He was referred to as George, George was the widower's name as well.

I remember Mom showing me his passport photograph one time after I begged that I wanted to at least see who I was getting married to. Why was he here?

The day we were supposed to have a date and maybe get to know each other, he couldn't make it… he had always sent his apologies with lots of flowers and huge boxes of chocolates that I've grown addicted to.

Why will a prince of a kingdom be here as a professor?

The classroom went wild immediately after they left, even the lecturer in front of us couldn't calm them down so he left as well.

Why do I feel he recognized me? The way he was staring at me. What if he does? It's been a month plus already, is he mad at me?

"Did you see him? Did you see him? He has the body of Hercules!" May screamed as she continued to pull my hand. I forced out a laugh,

"Ha ha,"

What should I do? He was going to come back during the third period. What if he tells everyone who I am? The way he looked at me, I could tell that he knew me.

Should I run? Or should I stay?

I picked up my bag and without telling May, I walked out of the class. I could skip class today and then tomorrow, I'd—

Someone pulled me with so much force and speed that the next time I saw myself was in between a built body and the door.

My heart stopped as I saw the broad chest in front of me, I dared not look up at his eyes,

"Hello,my Princess,'' a deep masculine voice said, his hot breath fanning my face in the process and my heart fell.

I'm gonna be ruined, everything I've dedicated myself to build over the month will be ruined.