Chapter 888: Uncle, I Found a Problem
"Ah..." Kimberly opened her eyes and saw the watermelon seed in Kevin's hand. She suddenly realized that he had only leaned in to help her remove it. A wave of shame and annoyance washed over her, making her ears burn. She felt utterly embarrassed, thinking, "What was I doing? Was I trying to seduce Kevin?"
"Kimberly, I'll be going now," Kevin said, noticing the rosy flush spreading across her white skin and the heaving of her full breasts. His heart began to race again, and he felt an intense pressure in his lower body. He knew he couldn't stay any longer.
"Mm..." Kimberly responded with a soft hum, lowering her eyes and avoiding Kevin's gaze. Her mind was in turmoil. She wanted to explain herself but didn't know how to justify her actions.
She walked Kevin to the door, hesitating to speak. After he left, she leaned against the door, her hand slipping between her legs, finding a wet mess.
No, Kimberly thought in a panic. How could she have feelings for her student? At that moment, she had been longing for his touch.
She hurried to the bathroom, splashed her face with cold water, and looked at her slightly disheveled reflection in the mirror. She reminded herself that she was a married woman and shouldn't entertain such thoughts. Maybe it was because she hadn't been intimate with her husband for so long. She worried about what Kevin might think of her—would he see her as an improper woman? How would she face him tomorrow?
Kimberly stood there for a long time before undressing, revealing her full, white body. She stepped into the shower, letting the water wash over her. Her fingers soon found their way to her groin, caressing her lips. As she bit her lip, her once-clear eyes turned hazy, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind, all culminating in the image of a young man's face.
In his office, Grant watched his wife masturbate on the computer screen, feeling even more aroused. His hand moved rapidly over his erection, creating a bizarre scene.
Kevin stepped out of the building, exhaling deeply. His palms were sweaty. Those few minutes had been incredibly tense—he had almost lost control and assaulted Kimberly.
The English teacher's intentions seemed too obvious, making him suspect it was a trap. No, he decided, he wouldn't visit Kimberly tomorrow. If this continued, he would eventually succumb to temptation. Being alone with a woman in such a setting was too dangerous.
Although he wasn't new to sex, he already had relationships with two female teachers, Alissa and Vanessa, and a complicated relationship with his cousin. Adding Kimberly to the mix would be too much.
Moreover, Kimberly's husband, Grant, was no pushover. Kevin still remembered the slap he received from him. If he truly cuckolded Grant, who knew what he might do? Kevin had no shortage of women in his life and didn't need to create more trouble for himself.
Kimberly was attractive, but she didn't compare to Audrey. If he could resist his cousin, he could certainly resist his English teacher.
Remembering Maurice's words, Kevin soon arrived at the last building in the compound, where Armando lived. He knocked on the door, and Maurice quickly appeared, smiling. "Kevin, come in."
Kevin changed into slippers at the door and walked into the spacious, bright living room. Last time, Maurice had sent him away when he brought Fiona home, so he hadn't had a chance to look around. Now, he curiously examined the famous house, finding it quite impressive. Perhaps all leaders' homes had this kind of simple elegance.
Noticing Kevin staring at a piece of calligraphy, Maurice asked with a smile, "Kevin, do you think this calligraphy is good?"
"It's quite good. It has a lot of presence and feels like the work of a famous master. Mrs. Maurice, was this written by a well-known calligrapher?" Kevin had been practicing calligraphy since middle school. Though he wasn't very good, he could still distinguish quality and spoke with authority.
"You're quite sharp to recognize the style of a master. None of our other visitors have noticed," Maurice beamed. "This was written by my father. It seems you have a discerning eye, better than Fiona's father."
"Who's talking behind my back?" A stern voice interrupted. Kevin turned to see a middle-aged man emerging from the study. Although he wore simple home clothes, his authoritative presence was unmistakable.
Kevin was shocked to recognize him as the township official he had met at the temple in Clearbrook. What was he doing in Fiona's house?
"Kevin, we meet again," the man said, extending his hand. "I must apologize for concealing my identity last time. I'm Fiona's father, Armando, and I work at the county government."
"Oh, hello, sir," Kevin responded, finally understanding. He shook Armando's hand, feeling its solid grip. The name Armando seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.
"Maurice was just speaking highly of you," Armando said with a smile. "I've been married to her for over twenty years, and I've never heard her praise anyone. I recognized the Picasso style in that calligraphy too, but no one praised me for it."
"Come on, you're a leader. How can you compare yourself to Kevin? He's still a student," Maurice chided, rolling her eyes. "By the way, get the gift Fiona brought for Kevin. It's in the storage room."
Kevin's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly remembered that Armando was a high-ranking official, often featured in the news. He rarely watched the news, but he had occasionally glanced at it, which is why Armando seemed familiar. He felt a bit nervous—this was a significant figure.
Maurice noticed Kevin's unease and said gently, "Kevin, have a seat. Make yourself at home. Don't mind Fiona's father being a deputy county chief. His job is actually more tiring than most people's. He's always either out in the field or in meetings. Even at home, he can't rest, always writing reports in his study. I'm worried sick about him. I wish he would quit. If his health fails, all his hard work will be for nothing."
Kevin didn't know what to say, so he just smiled awkwardly. Maurice could say such things, but he couldn't.
Soon, Armando returned with a box and handed it to Maurice, smiling. "My task is done. Kevin, you and Mrs. Maurice can chat. I have some work to finish." He then returned to his study.
Maurice shook her head helplessly and turned to Kevin. "This is the gift Fiona brought back for you from Antarctica. She insisted we not open it and let you do it yourself. I haven't touched it."
Kevin was curious. He didn't have a particularly close relationship with Fiona, so why would she bring him a gift from Antarctica? He opened the box and found a stone with an inscription: "Be the best you can be. From Fiona, Prydz Bay, Antarctica."
This girl was quite something. Kevin thought of Fiona's clear, determined face, feeling a warm current in his heart.
He had only known Fiona for half a semester and had met her less than three times. They had once shared a barbecue dinner, and he found her different from other girls—mature and articulate, with grand ambitions. While others might choose tropical or popular destinations, Fiona had chosen the remote Antarctica and even brought back a stone to encourage him.
Sometimes, relationships are about fate. Some people remain strangers even after years of acquaintance, while others become fast friends. Kevin remembered first meeting Fiona during a game of truth or dare at a bar. He had foolishly proposed to her, inadvertently ruining Ivan's carefully planned confession. No wonder Ivan had been so angry.
"This girl, why did she give you a rock?" Maurice examined the stone, feeling a bit apologetic. "Kevin, don't mind her. My daughter has always been different. While other girls like dolls and dresses, she loves reading history and geography books, often discussing international politics with her father. She even says she wants to be a female leader someday. Isn't that ridiculous?"
"Mrs. Maurice, I think it's great," Kevin quickly said. "Everyone has different interests. As long as she enjoys it, that's what matters. I really like her gift. Please thank her for me."
"You can thank her yourself when she returns," Maurice said with a smile. Her attitude toward Kevin had changed completely. She now saw him as a tall, well-mannered young man, polite and understanding. No wonder Fiona befriended him. Though Kevin's family was ordinary, Maurice hadn't focused on family background when she chose Armando. What mattered most were a person's abilities and character.
Seeing that it was getting late, Kevin prepared to leave with the stone. Just then, Armando emerged from his study again, gesturing for Kevin to come over. "Kevin, come here for a moment. I need your help. Can you take a look at this article I just wrote?"
"Honey, what are you doing? He's still a student. How can he understand your writing? This is ridiculous," Maurice scolded.
"Why not? He's almost a junior now. In the past, high school students were considered intellectuals," Armando said with a smile. "Besides, my writing needs to be clear to the public. If Kevin can't understand it, I've failed." He handed Kevin the manuscript.
Kevin took it and saw that it was a discussion on developing Clearbrook's tourism resources. The writing was straightforward, well-organized, and supported by detailed data. It outlined specific timelines and key areas for development, even including infrastructure plans.
If someone with foresight read this article, they could make a fortune by investing in Clearbrook early. However, Kevin didn't realize this yet. He read the article carefully, nodding as he went. Suddenly, he looked up and said to Armando, "Uncle, I found a problem."
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