Professor F

Chapter 67

August was too shocked she can't move a muscle when Flynn answered her. Tears filled her eyes

again and she couldn't control her sobs, she can't even talk.

She saw Flynn looked away. Who is it? She wanted to ask but her mouth's trembling too much and her

heart aches that she can't speak a word. She knew it would just be a waste to ask. Besides, would it

matter? What is she going to do once she knows who it is?

Her mind is filled with questions she couldn't ask him. Her body won't cooperate even if she wanted to

do something.

"It's not your fault, August." Flynn whispered. "It's me."

She covered her face with her trembling hands as she kneels on the ground. Why? What's going on?

Why is this happening? Did he come all the way here just to end things and tell me that he has

somebody else?

She hugged herself gently, feeling cold. She heard his footsteps and the rustling sound of his clothes.

He puts his coat around her shoulders while bending one knee.

She tugged the coat around her and finally got the courage to ask. "Why b—bother giving me this

coat? Why bother coming here? Or did you just come here to tell me that we needed space?" She's

starting to get upset. "You're not m—making any sense at all." She sniffed uncontrollably while looking

on the ground as her tears fall.

Flynn sighed gently. "It's hard for me to do this." He whispered and paused. "Because I missed you."

He leveled his face to meet her gaze.

"Then why do you want space? You said you have somebody! You're confusing me!" She pushed him

away, angrily.

He took her hands and held them together. "You got it all wrong. It's not that I have somebody else or

somebody I'm interested with."

"Then what?!"

He kneels in front of her as he cups her face in his hands. "I do have somebody—" He took a deep

breath, as if it's hard for him to say the truth. "—somebody I'm jealous with."

Her eyes opened in shock as she waited to hear the next words. "I can't bear seeing you together. He

likes you and it hurts me seeing how you're so fond of him, too. You talk about him almost all the time.

It hurts me when another guy gets your attention."

"H—He's a friend. He only reminds me of you."

He sighed nervously as he pulls away. "Do you understand how that would make me feel? You being

friends with someone around your age who likes you? I'm threatened, August. Although I know how

you feel about me and to our relationship, it won't help my fear of the possibility of you falling in love

with him." He looked at the stage where Pierre performed earlier. "He's a handsome guy, he's talented.

He's not your professor. No one is going to judge if you'll date him. And he's got a better physique than

I do. He's—"

"What are you saying?"

"I love you so much I want you for myself! I feel like it's not normal to be like this! I feel insecure and

selfish! And I hate it!" He raised his voice.

She's too stunned to blink.

His expression softened. "I feel like you're getting tired of me, of the fact that we can't date officially. I'm

thinking maybe if I'd give you space, then you might miss me and want me again."

Her mouth opened hearing his words. And because he raised his voice, people started to stare. She

looked around then lowered her gaze as she sniffed. "W—We're getting too much attention."

"I don't care! I only want yours back!" His eyes started to shake as his voice broke, tears warning to fall

from his eyes.

She kept quiet. Few minutes went and no one said a word. Flynn then stands on his feet roughly,

brushing the dirt from his pants.

August grabbed on his sleeve as she stands on her feet. "I gotta ask." She sniffed as she looked at

him. "I—Is that why you've been working out lately?"

He blushed and looked away, as if she just figured him all out. He sniffed as he brushed his nose and

nodded hesitantly. She wanted to laugh at him but she's acting too cute that she doesn't want him to

feel more uncomfortable.

All this time, I thought he had someone else. She thought to herself and smiled inside.

"So it's because of Pierre all this time?" She asked instead and wiped her tears.

He stepped forward, leaving enough space between them. "I'm sorry." C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

"Then stop saying this is for the best, stop saying you're giving me space. I only want you. I've always

loved you. Always will." She hugged him and buried her face on his chest, smelling his scent mixed

with his expensive perfume.

He hugged her back and sighed softly. "I'm a jealous prince." He kissed her hair softly. "Can you blame

me?"

She blushed, thinking about what he just said. He's a prince—he's got everything and can even get

anything even if he doesn't want to but here he is, saying he's jealous. "N—No one's getting any

space." She whispered.

Or is he used to getting everything he wants that he is so scared about losing her?

He hugged her. "Your parents are waiting back in your house. Shall we go?"

She nodded but at the back of her head, she wondered about Pierre. Did he leave already? Or is he

staying?