Chapter 1636
"Are you BookWorm?" Audrey was somewhat surprised.
When she was serializing her novel on weblibrary before, she did have quite a few enthusiastic bookworms leaving comments for her. One of them, named BookWorm, would eagerly wait online for her updates every day, read them, and then leave comments. He even provided a lot of constructive suggestions, which she used to modify some parts of the plot, making the story more realistic and believable.
It could be said that Love in White City's popularity among readers was greatly attributed to BookWorm.
She just never expected Abel to be BookWorm. The world really was too small.
Initially, Audrey just treated Abel as an ordinary student to chat with casually. But now, she felt much closer to him. During that time when she was burning the midnight oil writing, juggling classes during the day, often lacking inspiration and even contemplating giving up, it was Abel's comments that kept her going.
"Ms. Johnson, the novel you wrote is amazing," Abel sincerely said. "I feel like I've read it several times. I can even recite many of the dialogues. I'm happy that this book is getting published. Will you be writing a new book?"
"I don't have the time. This book was just something I wrote for fun," Audrey blushed slightly. The content of Love in White City was about a romance between a teacher and a student, which didn't quite align with mainstream values. When it was published, she specifically changed the setting to a university. Although the novel was fictional, many readers tended to think it was based on the author's personal experiences. She was worried that Abel might misunderstand her.
"I've also written some short stories on weblibrary, but not many people read them," Abel said somewhat dejectedly. "Ms. Johnson, I also want to write a book that people will enjoy reading."
"It's okay. Writing is a process of gradual accumulation. When you accumulate enough, you'll naturally have a breakthrough," Audrey said with a light laugh. "But for now, focus on your studies. Once you get into college and have more time, you can slowly write. I believe you'll definitely become a well-known writer."
The two chatted for almost half an hour. In the end, Audrey signed a copy of her book and gave it to Abel as a memento, thanking him for his feedback on her work. She also mentioned that he could come to her office anytime for a chat.
Reluctantly bidding farewell, Abel left with the novel still carrying Audrey's scent, walking downstairs under the warm afternoon sun. He felt particularly comfortable, as if his luck had suddenly turned these past few days. First, he had gotten closer to Yasmine, and today he had a friendly conversation with Audrey, the well-known busty teacher at Sunset Valley High School. He now had a secret relationship with her, a layer of intimacy unknown to others. Thinking back to Audrey's charming smile as he left, his heart felt like melting.
Of course, Abel quickly regained his composure. Even if he had gained Audrey's favor, what did it matter? He was still the poor rural student looked down upon by others. And he was well aware that Audrey only took notice of him because of his academic performance. His chance to get close to Yasmine was also because he could help her with her studies.
Grades. Only grades could change his fate. Abel clenched his fist. At Sunset Valley High School, he had no one to rely on. Grades were his only means of survival.
Realizing his underwear was dirty again, Abel decided to go back to the dorm to change. As he descended the stairs, he came face to face with a tall, muscular guy walking towards him – Kevin.
Kevin was also taken aback when he saw Abel. What was the other guy doing at the office building in the middle of the day? But because of Abel's previous gesture of returning the meal card, Kevin had a favorable impression of him. He smiled and nodded in greeting.
Abel returned the nod, watching Kevin enter the office building and head upstairs. After a few steps, he couldn't help but look back and saw Kevin had already reached Audrey's office door. Without knocking, he pushed the door open and walked in.
Why would Kevin go to Audrey's office? Abel was surprised. His knowledge of Kevin was limited to him being Laura's boyfriend. He didn't think much about it, hurrying back to the dorm. However, Audrey's ample bosom stood proudly in his mind, and her charm was so strong that without any physical contact, just her stretching made him climax.
Sunset Valley High School's top busty teacher was truly something.
"Audrey, you're still up," Kevin entered the office, seeing Audrey reading in her chair, and said with a smile, "Being a homeroom teacher is different. You're so diligent."
"Quit the flattery," Audrey put down the sample book in her hand, furrowing her brows. "By the way, how's Lucy's illness? Is it serious?"
"It's okay, just a slight fever. But she seemed much better today, so she should be able to go to school tomorrow," Kevin sat on the sofa, looking at the stack of sample books on the table, his eyes lighting up. "Audrey, your book got published? How did you get so many copies back?" "Of course, I brought them back myself since you weren't around," Audrey said with a light snort. "Luckily, I ran into a helpful guy on the way who volunteered to carry them for me."
"A guy?" Kevin felt skeptical. Thinking about Abel whom he had just encountered, he wondered if the guy Audrey mentioned was him. He smirked and casually remarked, "How could he not be helpful? He probably couldn't be more thrilled to assist Sunset Valley High School's top busty teacher."
"Why is your mind so dirty? Do you think everyone is as lecherous as you?" Audrey's face reddened slightly as she furrowed her brows. "I chatted with him earlier. He's from a rural area, his parents are farmers who scrimped and saved to put him through school. And he's quite diligent, ranking in the top fifty of his grade. Even so, he still feels he's not working hard enough. Look at you, proud of a little achievement. Can't you learn something from him?"
Audrey's words were meant to give Kevin a reality check, preventing him from becoming too arrogant. It was a common tactic used by homeroom teachers when dealing with top students.
However, Kevin found her words grating. He could handle Audrey criticizing him, but suddenly comparing him to an unrelated guy made him uncomfortable. With a huff, he said, "What's there to learn? Everyone has their own study methods. I can't learn from him, and he can't learn from me."
"Kevin, do you have to argue with me?" Audrey's expression turned cold. "What's wrong with me asking you to learn from Abel? He's just more modest and mature than you. Besides, what does Lucy being sick at noon have to do with you? You had to join in on that commotion. You should focus on your studies now and prepare for your exams!"
The atmosphere in the office suddenly became tense. Kevin felt miserable. He regretted going to see Lucy with Albert. He had inadvertently allowed another man to have ill intentions towards Audrey. Seeing Audrey mention Abel repeatedly, he couldn't understand how that guy had managed to captivate Audrey.
"Audrey, if you have any issues with me, just say it. There's no need to compare me to someone else," Kevin said, trying to sound less fragile than he felt. While he had been criticized by Audrey before, he couldn't accept being compared to Abel.
"Fine, I won't compare anymore. But tell me, were you wrong about what happened at noon?" Audrey, seeing Kevin's strong reaction, also felt some regret.
She had just casually mentioned it, and while it might have been fine if it were another student in the class, it was different when it came to Kevin. Their relationship was not just that of a teacher and student; there was also a sisterly bond and a marital aspect. The same words spoken to someone else and to Kevin would evoke different feelings.
"I was wrong," Kevin admitted, bowing his head in apology. Though he felt a bit aggrieved, Audrey had backed down. If he didn't admit his mistake, things would truly become awkward.
"Where were you wrong? Be specific," Audrey leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, propped up one leg, and assumed a homeroom teacher's posture.
"Firstly, I was wrong for lacking a clear understanding of myself, being lax in my thinking lately, and not maintaining a serious attitude towards studying. Secondly, I was wrong for not considering things thoroughly. As a student, I should prioritize my studies over friendships. Thirdly, I was wrong for not humbly accepting criticism, being arrogant and complacent, and arguing with you. I now deeply realize my mistakes and promise not to repeat them. Please supervise me."
Listening to Kevin speak confidently and list his faults, Audrey couldn't help but soften. A hint of a smile appeared on her face as she lightly snorted, "Alright, enough. I asked you to reflect, not give a speech. Why so many words?"
Kevin chuckled, knowing Audrey was no longer angry.
After a few previous arguments, he had learned Audrey's temperament. While Audrey was quick to anger, as long as he promptly admitted his mistakes and didn't argue with her, she would easily forgive him and not pursue the matter further.
Initially, Kevin had a childish mentality, unable to bear any grievances. Whenever conflicts arose, he hoped Audrey would placate him. However, Audrey treated Kevin as an adult, expecting him to accommodate her. This made him feel immature.
The principle was simple, but teenage boys were full of vigor, prideful, and found it hard to remain calm. They always wanted to distinguish right from wrong. However, in relationships, there wasn't always a clear right or wrong. When neither side yielded, it led to constant cold wars.
Kevin had learned the hard way a few times and had to make himself more tactful, less stubborn. Yet, sometimes emotions got the better of him, and he would fall back into old patterns.
Maturity was simply about smoothing out one's rough edges to meet others' expectations.
Seeing that Audrey still had some lingering anger, Kevin quickly stepped forward, stood behind Audrey, and massaged her shoulders, saying with a smile, "Audrey, all the blame is on me. Please don't be angry. Anger harms the body and can even lead to breast hyperplasia. You must be careful."
"You have the nerve to say that when you're always the one making me angry," Audrey enjoyed Kevin's massage, her eyes half-closed, her ample breasts rising and falling with each breath.
Kevin naturally slid his hand down her chest, directly grasping those two heavy breasts. As soon as he touched them, he felt something was off. Why did they feel so real, as if Audrey wasn't wearing a bra?
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