My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor Maybe it’s you

Maybe it’s you

Ezekiel (ML)

May I come in?

Isabella didn’t say anything, just stepped back to let me in. I took her silence as a reluctant acceptance and walked into her room. The first thing that struck me was the mess—clothes, books, and random items were scattered all over the floor, as if she had tossed them in a fit of frustration. I couldn’t help but sigh heavily, though I managed to smile.

Ezekiel (ML)

You are really so mean

I said, half-jokingly, hoping to lighten the mood. Isabella arched an eyebrow, turning to face me with her arms crossed defensively.

Isabella (FL)

What did you say?

I put the plate with the cake on a small table, looking back at the mess.

Ezekiel (ML)

Mean?

I repeated, nodding toward the chaos in the room.

Isabella (FL)

I mean, look at what you’ve done. And for what? For whom are you wasting all this energy on?

She didn’t answer immediately, her gaze shifting away from me, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. It was clear that something was bothering her deeply, something she wasn’t ready to talk about yet. I could see the tension in her posture, the way her jaw clenched slightly. It wasn’t just anger—it was hurt, confusion, and maybe even a bit of fear. My voice softened as I took a step closer, careful not to push too hard.

Ezekiel (ML)

Is this because you’re angry with your mom?

Isabella’s eyes flicked back to me, and for a moment, I thought she might finally open up. But instead, she just shrugged and gave a slight smile.

Isabella (FL)

It’s not about her, Mr.

Isabella (FL)

Maybe it’s you.

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