Andreas Finley POV
Something about this feeling was unsettling. Irritating. The mere mention of her name—Miss Carsyn David—left me on edge, as if she had somehow infiltrated a part of my mind that I didn't want occupied.
She was a nuisance, a disobedient student who had broken nearly every rule I had.
For me, a bad student wasn't someone who struggled academically. I respected effort. A bad student was someone who couldn't follow my rules:
1. Never be late for class, even by a minute.
2. Always be attentive during lessons.
3. No childish behavior—this is a medical institution, not a playground.
4. Romantic displays are forbidden on campus. You're here to study, not act out a soap opera.
5. Maintain a professional teacher-student relationship.
Miss David had already shattered four of these. The only line she hadn't crossed was the fifth—yet.
Today alone, she had been two minutes late to class, seemed utterly uninterested during my lecture, and then had the audacity to run around the campus like a child, being chased by her boyfriend. She even had the gall to use a wheelchair for her antics, treating it like a prop in their little romance drama.
And then she collided with me.
Disappointing. Absolutely unfit for the demeanor of a medical student.
But now, my wife, Rose, dared to question me about her. Rose's jealousy over a mere student irritated me even more.
"Why does it matter who she is to me?" I asked, smirking.
Rose hesitated, visibly uneasy under my glare. "It matters because…"
She stopped mid-sentence, her fear obvious. I leaned forward, my voice sharp. "Because?"
She finally stammered, "Because she was in your office today."
So what? Miss David's presence in my office was irrelevant to Rose.
"And then?" I pressed.
"She seems to have a crush on you," Rose muttered, avoiding my eyes. "And you seem to care about her. Otherwise, why would you help her from falling?"
That was it. My patience snapped. I moved with speed, my hand finding its place on her neck. I squeezed just enough to make my dominance clear. "Don't meddle in my life or question me again," I warned coldly.
I released her and stepped back. "Stick to your place, Rose."
Her claim that I cared for Miss David was absurd. All I did was prevent her from falling. She was disruptive, disobedient, and completely out of line. Why would I care for someone who didn't even meet my standards?
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Carsyn David POV
Finally back at the hostel, I collapsed onto my bed, longing for home. Despite my friends here, I missed the comfort and familiarity of my family.
Some days, I wished I could fast-forward to my fifth year of medical school, skip all the drama, and get to my final exams. But life wasn't that easy.
I had shared everything with my friends, including my ridiculous crush on Professor Finley. Their reactions had been predictable: "Are you serious? He's married!"
Yes, I knew. But I wasn't planning to marry him. Was it wrong to dream a little?
"Let's be real," I told them. "If I ever had the chance… maybe I'd take it." I laughed, brushing off the seriousness of the thought.
But deep down, seeing him yesterday—how soft he seemed with Rose—made me yearn for him in ways I couldn't explain. He had a commanding presence, and the idea of that tenderness being reserved for me? It was intoxicating.
Rose was lucky. Beautiful, elegant, and composed, she seemed to have it all, including a man who could make any woman jealous.
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Today was a nightmare. It was my second day of menstruation, and cramps were making it impossible to concentrate. The worst part? My sneezing wouldn't stop, and every sneeze brought more pain and discomfort.
After my third class, I decided to skip the rest. I had no energy left. My friend Leo kept nagging me about the type of pain I was experiencing, which only made me more irritable. If I had the strength of Bruce Lee, I'd show him exactly how painful this could be.
Dragging myself back to the hostel, I felt like a zombie. But as I walked, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following me.
I stopped and looked around—nothing.
Shaking off the paranoia, I kept walking. But the feeling persisted, growing stronger with every step.
Then, out of nowhere, I felt someone grab my hair.
"Aaaah!" I screamed, but a hand clamped over my mouth before I could cry out again.
My heart raced. Why me? I hadn't wronged anyone, hadn't taken any loans or done anything shady. So why was this happening?
Panic set in as I struggled against the grip, but whoever it was didn't let go.