Chapter 28 What on Earth Was Wrong?
"No... Nothing." Queenie smiled bleakly and forcibly suppressed all the memories related to Pollard.
But the harder she tried to suppress, the more the memories reappeared.
Pollard's promises and his sweet words, every sentence now turned into sharp knives, which pierced into her heart.
With sore eyes, Queenie quickly turned her head away, pretending to look out the window.
Benoit glanced sideways at her. His face darkened a bit, and a trace of panic somehow arose in his heart.
They returned to the apartment. After the two of them washed up, Queenie dawdled and was unwilling to go to bed.
"You sleep first. I still have to prepare for some lessons." When speaking, Queenie felt a little guilty.
"Okay." Benoit could see through her resistance and alienation, so he responded calmly and also lay down to rest.
Queenie turned on her laptop to prepare lessons and kept looking in the direction of the bed until she felt that Benoit was asleep. Later, she lifted the quilt and lay down in it.
But as soon as she lay down, she was caught in his arms.
She trembled, and her voice was a little nervous, "Didn't you fall asleep?"
"No, I'm waiting for you." After saying that, Benoit lowered his head to kiss her, stroking Queenie's soft body with his big palms.
Queenie struggled, not wanting to cooperate.
She regarded it as an obligation before, but she didn't want to have sex with him tonight.
Memories connected with Pollard haunted her, and she could not do it with another man...
Especially the man was Pollard's uncle.
As Queenie struggled, Benoit held her tighter and even became excited.
The scorching kisses fell. He gnawed at her collarbone and ignited her.
Queenie was unable to dodge Benoit, so she reached out her hands and pressed against his shoulders. "Don't... I'm tired."
But before she finished speaking, Benoit forcefully kissed her lips.
With a rip, the thin nightgown was torn in two pieces.
Queenie's heart throbbing, she panicked and wanted to speak, but her lips were blocked tightly, and her body was completely controlled by Benoit.
With a hiss, a teardrop overflowed from the corner of her eye.
Tonight, Benoit was extraordinarily violent, as if desperately trying to possess her completely.
Queenie could only bear it passively.
She pinched Benoit's shoulders tightly, her nails into his flesh...
She didn't know how long it took before Benoit stopped.
She was too tired to say a word, and she didn't even bother to think about Pollard.
After the hearty sex ended, Benoit felt emptier in his heart.
He stared at Queenie's side face and murmured in a low voice, "When will you be completely mine?"
The next day, as soon as Queenie arrived at the school, she was called to May's office.
As soon as she raised her hand to knock on the door, she heard a violent quarrel inside.
"Ms. Wilson, I can't take over Queenie's class!"
"Ms. Pesarin, I'm not asking for your opinion now. I'm your superior, and I'm ordering and demanding you."
"Ms. Wilson, you also know my relationship with Queenie. We are on good terms in private. Aren't you making things difficult for me?"
"Leona Pesarin! What I'm talking about with you is about work but not about personal relationships. You are young and inexperienced, but do you have any professionalism?"
Queenie frowned and knocked on the office door when she heard the quarrel between the two.
"Come in!" May's voice was a little angry.
When Queenie opened the door, she saw Leona's scarlet eyes.
Leona looked away subconsciously, not daring to look at Queenie.
May glanced at Queenie and said with an orderly tone, "You came in time. Give the information about the students in your class to Leona. From today on, Leona will teach Class One while you go to Class Eight."
Leona looked at Queenie in embarrassment and said, "I... Queenie, I..."
Queenie looked at May calmly. "Ms. Wilson, may I ask why?
"I have been in charge of Class One. Why did you suddenly ask me to change the class with Ms. Pesarin? I think it is not conducive to the stability of students' learning.
"The students in our class have been used to my teaching methods after more than half a semester. Now the teachers are changed rashly, which is also unfair to the students of Class Eight."
"Why?" May sneered, her voice full of sarcasm. "I don't even want to blame you! This is the decision of the parents in Class One! They don't want you to teach their children!"
After that, May took out a printed petition form from the drawer and threw it to her.
Queenie took the petition and looked at it. The parents' autographs were densely packed underneath, and her heart ached as if countless knives had been cut across her heart.
"There are 45 students in Class One, and 45 signatures of their parents are obtained!
"Queenie, you are a shame on our school!
"Nothing like this has ever happened in our school."
While talking, May knocked on the table with her fingers, making dull sounds.
Queenie's heart felt uncomfortable as if it had been twisted over and over again.
She didn't do anything wrong to the students. She couldn't figure out why their parents treated her like this.
This was the sharpest insult to her profession!
"Now, go to the handover. I don't care how good the relationship between the two of you is! Please remember that this is a workplace and that you must obey the arrangements of your superiors. If you have any objections, you can go to the principal to resolve it yourself!"
After speaking, May waved her hand, motioning Queenie and Leona to leave.
The two left May's office one after the other.
Leona's eyes were red, and she spoke first, "Queenie, I'm sorry. I don't want it, either."
With a dark face, Queenie said calmly, "It's none of your business! Let's go through the handover."
Queenie and Leona returned to the office.
Queenie told Leona about the information and situation of each student in her class.
Leona showed embarrassment. "Queenie, you are so serious about them. I'm sorry because I don't have such detailed information for you."
Queenie smiled helplessly and didn't say anything else, but she also understood that not all teachers would set up an independent file for each student like her.
Right now, she needed to calm down. After handing over the materials, she walked out of the office with everyone's strange eyes on her.
As soon as she walked out of the office, a girl from Class One rushed over and bumped into her.
The girl quickly raised her head and apologized. "Ms. Lorente, I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter," Queenie replied with a smile.
The girl stared at her for a long time. "Ms. Lorente, would you seduce your student's father as my mother said?"
The question went like a long knife through Queenie's heart, making her eye-sockets wet before she could catch her breath.
Facing the student's expecting gaze, Queenie was in a daze.
Why?
Why was there such a saying as "seduce the student's father"?
What on earth was wrong?
