My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
She left
I stood on the balcony, resting my elbow on the cool parapet, my eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. Mom had really outdone herself, managing everything so beautifully—the garden below was lush and vibrant, and the veranda on the ground floor looked like something out of a magazine. But as I took it all in, I couldn’t help but remember that it hadn’t always been this way. The last time I visited, everything was more chaotic, less perfect.
Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when my mom’s car pulled away from the mansion. The sound of the engine fading into the distance brought me back to reality. I sighed deeply and let my gaze wander to the swimming pool. So many memories were tied to that pool—memories of my mom, my dad.
Lost in thought, I was startled by a soft cough behind me. I turned, spotting Ezekiel standing there with two mugs in his hands. I immediately felt a surge of irritation and turned away, refusing to acknowledge him.
He moved to stand beside me, close but not too close. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, trying to gauge his intentions.
Ezekiel (ML)
I made cappuccino
He said, his voice gentle, as if trying to soothe the tension between us.
Ezekiel (ML)
I heard someone likes it.
I turned away, ignoring Ezekiel, but he wasn’t about to give up that easily. He extended the mug toward me, flashing a confident smile.
Ezekiel (ML)
I guess she won’t mind having something from this handsome cook.
I shot a sidelong glance at the mug, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. After a minute of silent resistance, I finally accepted it with a moody expression. As I took the mug, I noticed Ezekiel’s smile widen, clearly pleased with himself.
I took a tentative sip, half-expecting it to be awful, but to my surprise, it wasn’t bad at all. In fact, the taste was unique, unlike any cappuccino I’d had before. A pang of regret hit me—I shouldn’t have thrown that cake away. If Ezekiel wanted, he could probably open a restaurant.
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