(Author’s POV)
"This calls for a punishnt." Saying this, Alaric stared at her rosy lips. He sounded utterly sexy.
Myra’s breath was hitched. Her entire body froze as he inched closer and closer. When their lips were just a couple of centitres away, she sohow mustered up so courage and mumbled his na softly, "Al~aric~ ...."
The sudden tenderness hit Alaric straight in the heart, lting it. His grip on her back loosened a little. Seeing the chance, Myra freed herself instantly and pushed him away. She then quickly picked up her package and scurried towards the main campus area, without looking back.
Alaric stood rooted, his eyes following her until she disappeared from his sight.
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"Ohhh gosh~ .... I always felt he had sothing off about him, but I never expected that guy, Nigel, to be such a creep," Yelena remarked.
"Seriously. I was fighting those an comnts and kept reporting them. Now I know why they kept on increasing relentlessly. They were getting paid," Wendy added as well.
"But it’s good that it all ca to light. The only frustrating thing is that he didn’t get expelled. I will have to talk to grandpa to intervene. By the way~ .... Myra~ ... have you gotten any idea who it could be?" Yelena inquired with curiosity. "Myra~ ..."
Myra was reliving the mont with Alaric in her mind. When she didn’t respond to Yelena’s calls, Yelena waved her hands at her to get Myra’s attention. She snapped out, startled, "Huhhh? What? What did you say?"
"You seem to be completely out of it. Figures~ .... the whole thing must have been quite shocking for you," Yelena comnted. "It is all thanks to the person who collected those evidences and sent it to Prof. Johnson. Such a kind person. Do you have any idea who it could be?"
Myra swallowed, her body tensed, hearing her question. She then muttered, her voice fumbling, "I~ ... I~ .... I don’t know. He said~ .... it was anonymous."
"Hmmmm," Wendy nodded. "In this day and age, there are still such kind hearted and selfless people. I wish we could know who it is." She then changed the topic. "By the way~ .... Didn’t you go to pick up the delivery? Where is the dress I ordered? Show it to ~ ...."
Myra slid the sealed package across the table absent mindedly. Wendy and Yelena were so excited that they opened it instantly and started gushing over it, "Woahhh~ .... Wends, you surely have great taste. It would look impeccable on her."
"I know, I know. That’s why I ordered without thinking," Wendy said, making a smug face. "Now that those nasty rumours and gossip are all cleared up, you can feel at ease and enjoy your dinner."
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After that, the day went by in a flash, and soon it was ti for Myra to go to dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Garcia. Yelena, too, had to pick Garry and Diana Yates, her grandfather and grandmother, from the airport.
"Are you sure you can go alone? I can drop you," Yelena suggested.
"I have already called for a cab. It will be here in a few minutes. You should go; otherwise, you will arrive late," Myra told her.
"Hmm~ ... Yelena, don’t let your grandpa and grandma waiting," Sandra chid in. "And when you arrive, don’t forget to give a call at William’s number."
"I will, mada. Worry not," Yelena said, and hopped into her car. Waving her hand, she drove away.
Now, when it was only the mother and daughter left, Sandra said, "I heard at the cafeteria what happened. Are you alright, baby? If you don’t want to go, then don’t. I will talk to Mrs. Garcia."
"I am totally fine, mom. It’s just a simple dinner, I can handle it," Myra assured her mother.
Though any other ti, Sandra would have felt at ease hearing those words, but today, there was a constant nagging feeling that was echoing inside her head to stop Myra from going to that dinner. Maybe it was because of how Amy behaved around her daughter, or it was just a mother’s worry, or was it possessiveness? She couldn’t quite tell.
As she was deep in her thoughts, Myra’s voice snapped her out, "Mom, the cab is here. I will get going then." She hugged Sandra and gave a light kiss on her cheek, and then settled inside the vehicle.
"Baby~ .... give you fathe~ ..." Sandra was saying sothing, but Myra interrupted, completing her words, "Give your father a call as soon as you arrive or anything happens. I know, mom. I will call you guys, okay." She smiled radiantly. "Now, you should go inside as well."
Sandra nodded as she saw her daughter off, an irritating feeling gripping her heart like a vice. "I will have to ask William to talk to Myra after she returns tonight."
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The traffic on the way to the airport was relentless. Yelena reached a bit later than expected. Till then, Garry, Diana and Oliver were already standing outside the terminal, waiting for her.
As soon as she spotted them, she drove her car there and stepped out.
Seeing her grandfather, she rushed into his arms and gave a tight huh, "Grandpa~ ...." Her eyes moistened a little.
Garry patted her back and asked, "How are you doing, our crybaby? No one is bullying you here, right?"
"Who could bully ? I can just~ .... knock them out~ ... with my single punch," Yelena mumbled while sniffling.
"Tskkkk~ ... what kind of unladylike language is that?" Diana, who was standing just beside her husband, comnted. Her nose wrinkled.
Yelena retreated from the embrace. Her head lowered as she said, her voice muffled and subdued, "Grandma."
"What took you so long? Didn’t your grandfather tell you we were coming? Even after that, you got here late? You have no regard for either of us, huhhh," Diana taunted, sounding intimidating.
Yelena licked her lips, her fists clenched in a tight grip as Garry said, "Diana, why are you scolding the child. I am sure it was because of the traffic. Don’t bla Yelena for that."
"Then she should have arranged her ti well. What an unorganised person," Diana was relentless with her words.
Garry sighed.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . .
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