Chapter 1681
The bright sun in the sky was suddenly shrouded by dark clouds, casting a gloomy shadow over the surroundings, making it hard for Abel to distinguish between dream and reality.
He took a deep breath to calm his excitement. Audrey trusted him so much, and he couldn't afford to let her down.
Quickly, Abel helped Audrey up to the second floor and stood at the office door. Audrey reached for her keys but her arm lacked strength, unable to retrieve them. Gasping for air, she said, "I can't do it. Can you grab the keys for me?"
The keys were in Audrey's back pocket, snugly fit in her tight jeans. Abel hesitated to reach for them, afraid of any misunderstanding if his hand accidentally touched her butt.
Seeing Abel hesitate, Audrey frowned and said, "Abel, what are you waiting for? Hurry up." The alcohol was starting to affect her, making her less polite in her speech.
Reluctantly, Abel slowly reached into the pocket with his index and middle fingers, but the keys were at the bottom, out of his reach.
"Abel, did you get it?" Audrey, feeling unsteady, urged him, "Hurry up."
Abel had no choice but to awkwardly insert his whole hand into the pocket to search for the keys. Finally, his fingers touched something hard – the key. He quickly retrieved it, unlocked the door, and let out a sigh of relief, feeling his palms sweaty.
Audrey sat on the couch, feeling dizzy. She wasn't used to drinking much, but tonight, she had a few extra drinks with Alissa and Kimberly, making her body uncomfortably hot, as if a fire was burning in her belly, making her want to strip off her clothes for some relief.
"Ms. Johnson, are you okay?" Abel asked with concern.
"I'm fine, just a bit dizzy," Audrey frowned. She was usually disciplined, maintaining a healthy lifestyle, rarely drinking, and never indulging herself. She took off her coat, revealing a wool sweater that accentuated her ample bosom, exuding a mature charm. Despite feeling hot, she couldn't undress further.
Abel, watching Audrey's chest rise and fall with each breath, couldn't help but get distracted. He recalled a time during summer break when he saw a neighbor breastfeeding, leaving him flustered. The neighbor teased him, causing him embarrassment.
However, that woman's breasts were much smaller than Audrey's. Abel felt overwhelmed by Audrey's voluptuous figure, unable to contain them with both hands. Although there were women with large breasts in the village, they were usually short and chubby, unlike Audrey's tall and well-proportioned stature.
Thinking back to the dream where Audrey undressed, her ample bosom swaying before him, Abel felt a dryness in his throat, quickly averting his gaze.
Flushed and breathless, Audrey said, "Abel, could you pour me a glass of water? I'm thirsty."
"Sure."
Abel hurried to get the thermos but found it empty. He went downstairs to refill it, only to return and find Audrey already asleep on the couch. One hand rested on her cheek, the other on her thigh, her soft and delicate palm visible. Her curves were accentuated by the tight jeans, revealing a hint of pink underwear between the sweater and jeans, sparking his imagination.
He poured a glass of water and placed it on the table, softly calling Audrey's name, but she was deeply asleep, her bosom gently rising and falling.
Watching Audrey's peaceful face, Abel, who had always been too shy to look directly at her before, now admired her beauty freely.
Audrey was truly stunning, with a heart-shaped face, long eyelashes fluttering gently, a high nose bridge, and lips like rose petals. Her golden silky hair cascaded down her alluringly slender neck.
He remembered reading a piece of literature that vividly described the intoxicating beauty of a slightly tipsy innocent girl. At the time, Abel was puzzled, finding it hard to believe that a drunk woman could be so attractive, having only seen the women in the village make a mess of themselves when intoxicated, lacking any beauty.
But at this moment, seeing Audrey lying on the couch, her body sprawled, eyes glazed with intoxication, cheeks flushed, radiating a mature and charming allure, Abel suddenly truly understood the brilliance of that passage. The women in the literature were fictional characters, but Audrey lay right before him, allowing him to admire her freely.
In Abel's heart, Audrey was aloof yet elegant, transcending the mundane world, with a clear and kind heart like gold. Such a teacher was the kind of human soul engineer that students adored.
Silkworms spin silk till they die, candles turn to ashes as tears dry.
This is a true portrayal of a teacher!
Unfortunately, there are too few teachers nowadays who genuinely care for their students. Many teachers fail to treat all students equally, showing favoritism to those with connections while mocking and humiliating children from less privileged backgrounds. Some despicable teachers even cross boundaries with students going through puberty.
Abel felt fortunate to have encountered such a caring teacher.
Setting aside his distractions, Abel fetched a chair and sat quietly beside the sleeping Audrey. As time passed and dusk fell, he struggled to keep his eyes open, fighting off sleep.
Suddenly, Audrey stirred, slowly opening her eyes. Feeling refreshed from her deep slumber, without any dreams, she vowed never to drink again. Sitting up, she noticed Abel sitting on the chair next to her, momentarily startled but quickly recalling the events.
It seemed Abel had stayed by her side after helping her to the office. Standing up, Audrey looked at the dozing Abel, feeling touched. She softly said, "Abel, wake up."
Startled, Abel jolted awake from the chair. Seeing Audrey awake, he nervously said, "Ms. Johnson, you fell asleep, and I was worried, so I stayed. How are you feeling now?"
"I'm fine," Audrey smiled, stretching her body, causing her ample bosom to strain against the wool sweater. Checking the time, she realized it was almost six o'clock, and she had slept for over three hours in the office.
"Ms. Johnson, I'll head back now." Abel stretched his slightly numb legs, involuntarily yawning. He had been sitting for three hours straight.
"Wait." Audrey stopped Abel, speaking softly, "I have a report to revise. Wait for me, and then we can have dinner together. I'm alone anyway."
"Oh." Abel was taken aback but nodded subconsciously. Having dinner with Audrey was an opportunity not to be missed.
Audrey opened her computer to work on the report. As she reached the final paragraph, feeling dissatisfied with it, she struggled with how to improve it, deleting and rewriting repeatedly.
"Ms. Johnson, you could add a sentence here." Abel, behind her, spoke softly as Audrey pondered.
Audrey's eyes lit up as she noticed the issue. Adding a connecting sentence made the paragraph flow better. Impressed, she said, "Abel, you're really good at this. You could be a report editor for teachers."
Listening to Audrey's melodious voice, Abel felt excited. Modestly, he replied, "Ms. Johnson, I just suggested. You could have figured it out on your own."
"Enough with the modesty. Being overly modest is a form of pride," Audrey, now in high spirits, smiled and said, "What kind of books do you usually enjoy reading?"
"Well, classical literature." Abel became talkative when it came to books, "I particularly enjoy reading about the anecdotes of ancient people. It's fascinating to see that life in ancient times was actually quite interesting, not as rigid as imagined."
"Of course, we mainly understand the life of that era through the writings of ancient people." Audrey chuckled, "Writing can be serious, so it may give the impression that people in ancient times were serious. But their lives were colorful and diverse, not to be underestimated."
"I used to think you were quite serious and didn't smile much." Abel couldn't help but say, "Now I realize how beautiful your smile is."
"Really?" Audrey was surprised. She did realize she wasn't one to smile often. Colleagues had mentioned she was hard to approach. Perhaps it was because, after returning to Harmony County, her relationship with her husband had soured, leading to frequent arguments and a lack of cheerfulness.
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