9|lecturing the professor

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A/n: goal for this chapter, 600+ reads and 200+ votes. If all the goals of ch-9, 10, & 11 will be completed by tomorrow night, another triple update will be available tomorrow after 9pm ist.

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"I will go on my own. Thank you for your help." Y/n's voice came out slow yet stern as she looked ahead of her as if she wasn't aware of my presence around her. I see, you're being stubborn now. 

I had handled stubborn kids a lot and I very well knew my ways with them. Y/n was no different. She was still upset from the fact that I had told her little secret to her friend. A bit annoyed at me as well, maybe because of what happened in the auditorium earlier. 

Maybe I went overboard, but there had always been this thing with me when I was around my students. I wanted them to explore their worth to the fullest and I knew she had this thing in her. She was just avoiding it and her ignorance was what had put me on edge. 

"Well too late because your mother had asked me to bring you home. so you have to come with me." Was it really her mother? 

I still didn't get why I put such a suggestion to Mrs Choi. She glared back at me and it was pretty brave of her to give me those eyes, considering we were still in the campus and I was still portraying the role of her professor. But she looked feisty, like a little kitten. 

"Will you walk on your own to the parking lot? If you won't then I don't have any problem in picking you up and bending you over my shoulder. Half of the university already saw us when I carried you. Half will see now." 

She opened her mouth parting her lush lips to say something but nothing came out, just a frustrated breath and an eye roll. She had been doing pretty brave things lately. 

The walk till my car had been in pure silence as I followed her two steps behind her with her bag in my hand. For that there were some students who gave me weird looks as well but I didn't give a fuck about what they were thinking. It had never been like this for me, other's opinion had never been my preference to act. 

I opened the car door for her as she stopped in front of my porsche, of course she knew it beforehand. After all, I had been enjoying her little Spy game as well. With her hands folded over her stomach she waited for me to reach. Her eyes scanned the parking lot and met with some students who were giving us those typical stares. She didn't fudge, in fact her face was quite stoic and it somehow made me smirk. I hid it instantly, it was amusing to see her not giving a damn about others as well. And it was funny to me as well because a moment ago she made a fuss in front of me for revealing our situation to her best friend. She was definitely a weird woman. A beautiful one. 

She settled down while I held the door for her, her hair lightly grazed over the back of my palm that I had placed over the edge, just in case she would hit her head. And I was right about it. She definitely would have. I got settled as well and geared up for our destination. 

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