Shane said, "Is being a bit short considered an advantage?"
Audrey’s smile imdiately disappeared, her eyebrows furrowed, and she began to promote herself: "I’m not short among girls, okay! And I have long legs, people say I have beautiful eyes, plus I can cook a lot, and I can paint too, I have plenty of strengths, alright?"
"Pour out your foot bath water yourself." After saying this, Shane turned and went upstairs, this ti with a smile lingering on his lips.
Audrey looked at his back in exasperation, now wishing she could take back her earlier apology. A man like this deserves to be driven mad!
Before rushing to work on her illustrations, she browsed the comnt section again and was pleasantly surprised to find that rich guy rewarded her again.
She replied below: Thanks for the support, cutie!
That rich guy was like a cold machine that only rewarded her. Since the brief conversation in the comnts last ti, he hadn’t left any other ssages besides rewards.
Audrey was soone who loved money, as long as the rewards were genuine, she didn’t mind if the person offering them was elusive.
Seeing the rich guy’s reward, the frustration induced by Shane’s teasing had eased a bit in Audrey’s heart.
Her comic was about to be signed and published, but Audrey was experiencing a creative block in the storyline, so progress was slow.
The website’s author interview section was updated today, featuring Winterlight, the sa flirtatious Crystal Wilson from the camping trip.
Audrey typically didn’t pay attention to these things, but seeing that it was Crystal, she decided to take a look.
It seems Crystal’s comic had been signed for a film adaptation, hence this feature.
In the Q&A section, Audrey saw soone ask: We’ve heard you’re still single, is it because you’re too outstanding that you can’t find a suitable boyfriend?
Winterlight answered: I’m just an ordinary person; it’s just that the right person hasn’t co along. But my ideal type is soone like Third Young Master Warner, though that’s tough to find, haha.
Seeing this, Audrey couldn’t help but sneer internally: Keep dreaming.
Never mind whether she and Shane would get divorced or not, even if they did, it wouldn’t concern Crystal. Even Clarissa Morgan, who was leagues above Crystal, didn’t catch Shane’s eye back then, so Crystal was just fooling herself.
If "ideal type is Third Young Master" ca from anyone else, Audrey would take it as external validation and praise for Shane, but hearing it from Crystal just irked her.
The column featured several of Crystal’s photos; she was tall, had a good figure, and her looks were decent. Audrey couldn’t help recalling Shane’s comnt about her height, feeling a tiny bit discouraged.
After all, temper can be changed, skills can be learned, weight can be lost, but height is set.
Scrolling to the comnts section at the bottom of the column, nearly half were praising Crystal’s beauty.
Audrey closed the webpage, stood up, and walked to the full-length mirror beside her wardrobe, examining herself from all angles. She was quite satisfied with her height of 1.63 ters—she might not have a model’s figure, but she wasn’t short.
Just as a sliver of insecurity crept into her mind, Hazel’s voice rang in Audrey’s head: A confident girl is the most beautiful.
As Shane passed Audrey’s room while going downstairs to make tea, he vaguely heard talking inside. Curious, he leaned closer to the door and heard clearly: "I am really pretty, I am really pretty, I am really, really, really pretty!"
Shane: "?"
What’s gotten into this girl? Could an injured foot really affect the brain?
Audrey, looking every bit theatrical, was doing a little song and dance in front of the mirror. Because of her foot injury, her movents were a bit comical, but flipping her long hair brought so confidence back to her.
Hearing the room quiet down, Shane didn’t hear anything else unusual and only then, with a puzzled frown, went downstairs.
Going upstairs again, he listened to ensure everything was back to normal before relaxing and returning to his study.
The next morning, Phoebe was indeed waiting early at the foot of the teaching building, sneaking into the classroom with Audrey.
With a few minutes to go before class, Phoebe complained, "Shane called yesterday to warn not to interfere with your studies, so make sure you don’t tell him I ca to find you, or he’ll give trouble."
Audrey smiled, promising to keep it a secret.
She hadn’t expected Shane to have actually called Phoebe about this. She thought he was just reminding her during dinner yesterday, not that he’d directly warned Phoebe with a phone call.
Stephen entered the classroom just as the bell rang, and the chattering students imdiately quietened down.
Phoebe, though not here for the academics, behaved like a good student, so much so that ten minutes into class, Stephen only then noticed her presence.
Stephen, usually amiable both in and out of class, quickly furrowed his brow without realizing it.
anwhile, Phoebe grinned at him.
Stephen promptly averted his gaze, his thoughts interrupted, he glanced at his textbook before continuing his lecture.
Though he never glanced at Phoebe again, knowing she was in his class and staring at him made him feel uneasy.
The first half of the class ended, and as the school’s popular professor, Stephen’s free ti was mostly occupied by not-so-academically-inclined students crowding around with questions.
Phoebe borrowed Audrey’s textbook and joined in, "Professor, could you read this sentence again for ? I feel like my pronunciation is always off."
At first, Stephen thought it was one of the class students and enthusiastically looked up to see which sentence, but upon seeing Phoebe, his expression imdiately changed.
But with so many students around, he refrained from saying anything and instead told a nearby girl good at English, "Sisi, read it once for this student."
After that, he went on to address other students’ queries.
Phoebe listened to the girl nad Sisi read, but her focus wasn’t on the pronunciation; she was sizing up the girl with shoulder-length black hair, who seed quite familiar with Stephen.
"What’s your na?" she asked coldly.
The girl, hearing her unfriendly tone, looked up at Phoebe with a slight frown and reluctantly replied, "Daisy Dawes."
Phoebe glanced at Stephen again; seeing he was ignoring her, she returned to Audrey with her textbook and asked, "Who is Daisy Dawes?"
"She’s not from our departnt, but I’ve heard her English is excellent. She’s won awards in international speaking contests, and my brother often asks her to lead readings."
Phoebe bluntly asked, "There’s nothing else going on between her and your brother, right?"
Audrey couldn’t help but chuckle, "What are you thinking, Sister Phoebe? She’s just a student of my brother. He treats his students like his own children, nothing more."
"That’s a relief, but your brother is really hard to get to. I tried adding him on WhatsApp all evening, and he didn’t even accept."
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