Tara Jason took a deep breath. She had known it for a long ti; only when he received a call from Nia Mitchell would that particular smile appear on his face.
"You like her." It wasn’t a question, but a statent, her tone exactly the sa as Fiona Sutton’s back then, startling Charles Northwood.
In a daze, it was as if he saw Fiona Sutton standing there, just as composed. She had said, "You like Nia Mitchell, don’t you?"
At the ti, he had insisted it was just her imagination.
"She and I are just friends," Charles Northwood said, a smile still on his face.
Her expression unchanging, Tara Jason turned her head to look at Charles Northwood. She found him a little hard to understand. "Sotis, I think you like her, but other tis, you’re too detached." She couldn’t understand it, couldn’t quite place what this feeling was.
"Perhaps it’s more than friends, but not quite lovers." That was Tara Jason’s definition. She could now discuss these matters calmly with Charles Northwood.
"You shouldn’t pry into my affairs. I’m your teacher."
Tara Jason gave a small laugh, finding his words hard to accept. "I’m so unwilling to accept it, yet there’s nothing I can do."
Charles Northwood, I really do like you... It was you... it was you who led on.
"Charles Northwood, let ask you this: when you confessed to back then, did you genuinely like ?" Her voice was very low, as if afraid of being overheard, afraid of affecting Charles Northwood.
This was a fact that perhaps no one at University A would dare to believe. No one even knew they had dated, let alone that Charles Northwood had been the one to initiate the relationship.
"Of course." Charles Northwood admitted it frankly, with complete composure. If he hadn’t liked her, why would he have confessed? By pursuing a relationship that crossed the teacher-student boundary, it was as if he had set himself against the entire world.
"But I couldn’t feel it," Tara Jason said.
"Then that’s your issue, Tara Jason. I stand by my words; I’ve never deceived you. Our breakup was absolutely not because I’d fallen for soone else." He could swear to anyone now, with a clear conscience, that he didn’t like Nia Mitchell, nor did he like Fiona Sutton. For these two won, he felt only friendship.
"Alright." Tara Jason murmured in agreent, turning away to wipe the tears that were about to spill from her eyes.
The class bell suddenly rang. Charles Northwood stood up and walked to the lectern.
Tara Jason walked into the classroom and returned to her seat. It was as if nothing had happened at all. The two of them were, once again, strangers.
Nia Mitchell hesitated for a mont but still drove the flashy Maybach onto campus, parking it directly in front of the won’s dormitory. She reached for her phone and called Fiona Sutton.
"I’m downstairs."
Fiona Sutton casually ran a hand through her hair, then grabbed her coat and the baby, and headed downstairs. "Hey, Nia Mitchell, how co you have ti to hang out with today? You’re treating, you know," she said with a laugh as she descended.
"No problem. Order whatever you like."
"Hmph!" Fiona Sutton chuckled and quickened her pace down the stairs. When she reached the bottom and saw the car, she was utterly stunned.
Holy cow! If her eyes weren’t deceiving her, this was the car featured in that international magazine just last month! Top-of-the-line equipnt, the most luxurious assembly... and look at the lines of the car body—perfect! This Maybach was one of a kind—the only one in the entire world.
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