I once again submitted my IELTS application to study abroad and pursue a Ph.D.
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"Do you like this kind of teaching?" I bit my lip, not responding.
Kenneth leaned down and kissed my earlobe, but his movements below grew more forceful. "If you don't speak, it means you like it."
He dragged me deeper and deeper into desire.
After indulging, Kenneth held me softly and whispered, "Nyta, I really like you."
"Then why don't you make our relationship public?"
His smile froze for a moment, then he let out a light sigh.
"Fool, you're my student. If our relationship becomes public, it will harm your reputation. Please wait a little longer, okay?"
I nodded, but inside, a wave of disappointment surged.
I actually didn’t mind those things, but thinking that Kenneth was doing it for my own good, I just nodded.
I was willing to wait because I believed that he loved me.
Four years ago, I stood in front of the bulletin board, intently looking at the information about the IELTS exam.
Kenneth walked over and asked if I wanted to study abroad for my PhD.
He said he liked students with goals and it was at that moment that he offered to teach me.