Chapter 28

Jaelin, having opened her book, hesitated for a moment and then glanced up at Lionel.

Lionel noticed that gaze and immediately changed his expression, curling up the corners of his lips.

Well, what did it matter. It was nothing to do with him.

There was a lot he had to do. Having taken off his jacket and loosened the tie constricting his neck, Lionel even undid his cuffs and pushed them to one side of the desk.

Before other students, he would never have appeared with his clothes disheveled, driven by the compulsion to show a perfect image—but before Jaelin, it did not matter.

Jaelin, perhaps because she had already seen him like this several times and grown used to it, did not seem to mind either.

Lionel, leaning comfortably into the sofa, spread out his assignments. Only the sound of pages turning and the sound of a pen scratching…