Professor F

Chapter 49

"Miss Peters, here's your dorm and festival ID." Professor Jones gave her two atm-like cards with

August’s name. "Your room is on the fifth floor."

She smiled. "Thanks, Professor."

Professor Jones smiled. "I'll get going then. I'll see you both during the festival."

"I'll go ahead and excuse myself, too. I'll see you around, Flynn and Miss Peters." Dean Anderson said

before leaving with Professor Jones.

She looked at Flynn with the cards still in her hand and her mind asking too many questions about what

just happened.

Flynn smiled at her. "To answer your obvious questions—they're my friends and batch mates in taking

my PhD. We worked together on our case studies and graduated here in the Royal Academy." He

sighed. "Dean Anderson is a middle aged married man and struggled with his previous work while

studying but he's a really great guy. I offered to help him get a more flexible job. As for Professor Jones

—" He paused. "He's a university delinquent but he's a really smart guy. I saw his potential and asked if

he could just try being a professor at Pearsons for a month. And guess what? He realized he loves to

teach. Although he didn't get a degree, he's one of those who scored highest on SATs and topped

Pearsons professor entrance test and interview."

"So—Pearsons don't really require an excellent educational background with outstanding work

experience and achievements?"

"Well—in the real world, it is required. That's how the real world works, August." He sighed and smiled.

"But there are few things where you have to make exceptions. Especially for people like Eric and

Sean."

"I'm not saying they made it to this point in their life because of me. I only gave them the opportunity

they needed. But everything else was because of their abilities and personality."

She nodded subconsciously, realizing this side of Flynn now—that he'd help people with potential like

what Father Jacobs did to him. She feels glad and happy for him. Every passing day, she's starting to

know more about him and it's always amazed her how he maintained to be humble despite him coming

from a royal family.

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead when she didn't say a word. Her eyes widened in shock,

thinking that students might see them. But then realized that he's not a professor anymore. She took a

deep breath and sighed softly.

"I'll see you tomorrow." She said as she waited for Flynn to leave.

She went inside the lift and pressed the 5th floor when a hand blocked the doors closing and Liam went

inside the lift with a paper bag in his hand. It looked like he went out to buy some snacks.

They both looked surprised seeing each other. He then pressed the sixth floor. The door closed when

he cleared his throat. "How are you, August?”

She glanced at him then looked away when she met his eyes. "I—I'm alright. Thanks."

"I heard about what happened."

She kept quiet. She thinks that she didn't have to talk to him about things he's not really involved in. He

continued talking. "I also heard he quit. Did you end things with him?"

She tried to calm herself as she kept quiet and looked up. The lift is taking too long than usual. Or is

she just in a hurry to go and avoid this conversation with Liam?

"August?" He called her name as he reaches for her arm. "I'm just concerned that he'll get you in trou

—"

"It's none of your business. And definitely none of your concerns, Liam!" She blurted at him as she

pulls her arm away.

He looked shocked seeing her upset. The lift opened on the fifth floor. She hurriedly stepped out of the

lift when Liam's hand grabbed her, he followed her out of the lift and the paper bag of snacks fell on the

tiled floor.

In a split second, Liam pulled her close and held her head to meet his kiss. She held her breath as her

eyes widened in shock. His soft lips touching hers.

The sound of the other lift opening echoed on the hallway.

"August!" Flynn's voice sounded upset. He crossed the distance between them and pulled her by his

side as he pushed Liam away. "Don't you dare touch her again!" He gritted his teeth, clearly trying to

calm himself.

Liam scoffed. "And what? Are you going to use your connections and kick me out, huh—Prince Flynn

Ferguson?"