The living room.
Hunter was leaning halfway against the sofa, with his legs crossed and a book on his knees.
His head was tilted slightly to the side, his eyes were closed, and his little mole was conspicuous under his eyelashes. He was projecting an aura of looking down upon all.
His shirt's collar was slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. He was like a lazy beast, resting on the sofa like it was his throne.
Derek slumped to the side, panting.
After explaining what had happened, he observed Hunter's look carefully and added. "Hunter, don't get her wrong. Based on my understanding of your fiancée, she had no illicit relationship with that professor. But she is in serious trouble now. She was called to the principal's office just now. I'm afraid…"
With a snap, the book was closed.
