Chapter 92

Chapter: 93

Before she could figure out why the dean had suddenly decided to show her mercy, her phone beeped.

It was a notification from WeChat. However, when she opened the message to read the news from her

university’s official account, her jaw dropped to the floor. The message stated that Carlos was going to

be a part-time lecturer at the university.

“Hey, Debbie, have you read the news? Carlos is coming to our school as a lecturer,” Kasie said

excitedly, swinging her phone in the air as she clutched at Debbie’s sleeve.

Stunned, Debbie stared straight at Kasie and nodded absent-mindedly.

All of a sudden a sense of dread closed in. She didn’t know what she was dreading, but her instinct

was telling her that something bad was going to happen.

No! There was no way she would be his student. She had to come up with an excuse to ask for a

leave, just until the duration of Carlos’ stay at her university.

In the doorway of the principal’s office, Debbie stared at the brown door intensely. It seemed as if she

were trying to bore a hole in it with her eyes. ‘Why does a leave of more than two days require the

principal’s consent?

There was no need for such requests before.

Should I simply cut the classes or go into the principal’s office and ask for his permission?” Debbie was

conflicted.

Two minutes later, she knocked on the door.

Carlos was much scarier in person than Curtis. As a result, she decided that it would be easier to ask

for permission for a leave from the latter than to suffer tormenting glares from the former for cutting

class again.

“Come in.” Curtis had been waiting to hear from her ever since she had asked for a leave from her

guidance counselor.

“Mr. Loftus,” she greeted. Curtis had just made green tea, the fragrance of which filled the air in his

office.

“Grab a seat and have a taste of this tea Carlos gave me,” he said, pointing at a seat across the table.

‘Ughhhhhh… that Carlos again. Why do I have to hear his name everywhere?

And does Mr. Loftus treat everybody so nicely?”

Debbie wondered as she walked inside. She didn’t plan on staying for tea so she didn’t sit down.

“Mr-“

“Carlos said that someone had given him this tea as a gift. It is very hard to find this in the market. Do

have a taste,” Curtis insisted before she could say more.

He poured some light sea green colored tea in a cup and placed it in front of her. Having no other

choice, Debbie pulled up a chair and sat down.

The first sip crept over her taste-buds and down her throat. The tea released such a rich, flavorful

aroma and tasted so wonderful that even a casual tea drinker like Debbie, fell in love with it instantly.

She could finally understand why her principal had strongly recommended it.

When she emptied her cup, Curtis was nice enough to refill it for her.

“If you like it, you can take some with you.”

“No, thank you, Mr. Loftus. I actually came here to ask you for a leave from school.” She had to get it

out before Curtis drove her crazy.

Curtis looked at her and then smiled at her restless and impatient behavior. However, Debbie captured

something strange in his eyes. ‘What was that? A… doting look?’ She thought she was just imagining

things.