Professor F

Chapter 50

Flynn clenched his fists and August's heart started to beat so fast and loud. She's in panic and worried

that they'll start harming each other physically. Liam is clearly mocking Flynn.

She reached for Flynn's hand and tried to calm him even before he lands a punch on Liam's face.

"Flynn—"

"I can't let you stay here." He whispered under his breath while still staring at Liam.

She squeezed his hand. "Calm down. I'll be fine. Just—Just walk me to my room."

He took a deep breath and sighed before he started walking to the hallway with her hand in his. She

saw Liam picking up the paper bag before pressing the lift button. "Don't you feel frustrated not being

able to punch someone in the face because you have to take good care of a good name?" Liam

continued to mock Flynn as he stands up from picking up his snacks.

Flynn halted his steps and turned around to face him. "I'm not scared, Liam. They can take that name

for all I care. I'm just wondering who'd lose their scholarship because of misconduct."

Liam looked shocked, realizing Flynn has a point and then he looked pissed for it. The lift opened and

he stepped inside, leaving them on the hallway.

She sighed in relief and Flynn faced her. "You don't have to stay here."

"W—What do you mean? I have my dorm key and—"

Flynn took her hand in his. "I don't feel comfortable letting you stay here having Liam around."

"I don't think he'd do something—"

"He just kissed you, August." He looked upset and she could see how much it bothered him. "If I didn't

decide to follow you to make sure—" He took a deep breath. "I hate to imagine what could've

happened."

She squeezed his hand. "Thank you, Flynn." She hugged him and felt calmer as she smelled his scent

mixed with his expensive perfume.

"Come on."

"W—Where?"

"To my place."

••••••

The night was long—meeting Flynn's parents and then that encounter with Liam that August felt fell

asleep in the car. She felt like she's being carried as she sniffed that familiar smell of expensive

perfume and manly scent. "Flynn."

He didn't answer but she can see his handsome face as she looked up. His jaw and nose perfectly

sculpted. She sighed inside as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face to his neck.

"Are you mad?"

"Not at you, August." He answered hoarsely as he opened a door in the dark hallway. She figured they

already arrived at his place. Or not? This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

For some reason she heard noises like she was in an airport or something. Or was she that exhausted

she's imagining things?

The room is dark and Flynn didn't bother opening the lights. He just walked towards the bed and laid

her there carefully.

He stared into her eyes before leaning to kiss her forehead. "Sweet dreams, princess."

She closed her eyes and as much as she wanted to stay awake and make sure he's alright, her eyes

are giving up on her, with sleep taking over again.

"Good night, Flynn."

••••••

August sniffed when she smelled that freshly brewed coffee, toast, butter and cheese. When that

delicious aroma reached her brain, she realized she's in London and opened her eyes slowly, it was

just the break of dawn with part of the sky is still in darkness and the sun barely peeps in the horizon.

Her mouth dropped when she saw that refreshing image of Flynn, sitting in a white chair in the veranda

wearing his silk robe and the Eiffel tower's majestic view behind him.

He's reading a book in his hand with eyeglasses on. She pushed herself up from the bed, only to

realize she's only wearing a black silk night dress. She hugged herself and blushed thinking that Flynn

must have changed her clothes last night.

She wanted to slap herself for feeling conscious when she's well aware that he's seen everything—

Wait! Eiffel tower?! We were just in London last night!

"Good morning."

She followed his voice and was greeted with a kiss on her lips. She didn't realize that he's already next

to her in bed because of her thoughts. "G—Good morning?"

He smiled. "Hungry?"

She nodded as he pulls her from bed and guides her outside the veranda after handing her silk robe.

"This place is beautiful." She gasped when she stood by his side.

"Romantic?" He hugged her from behind.

She blushed and was speechless. "Y—Yes." She whispered shyly.

"Good." He whispered and she felt his lips against her neck, slightly giving her a kiss. "We should

prepare to leave for breakfast at my mom's house."

"But you have these prepared. It'll be a waste not to eat them." She pouted.

"I'm not saying we're not eating them. We're just delaying it."

"What do you mean delay—"

He lifted her chin with his hand and kissed her lips passionately. She panicked thinking she hasn't even

brushed her teeth since last night. She was exhausted.

She tried to pull away but he stopped her by placing his other hand on her nape. He moved his lips

away from hers lightly. "I figured you're tired last night so I waited for this perfect moment. You were

asleep the whole time during the flight."

What flight? We were on a plane?!