30

Rosella

Smile, oh baby.

“I suggest you keep yourself intact. Miss Dankworth.” Professor sat on the leather chair opposite to mine. His face showing signs of concern and anger?

Oh wait my imagination, sucks.

After the little breakdown in the field, Grey had spotted me before I could leave the bench. He had immediately hugged me after seeing my tear stained face, him thinking that I wanted a shoulder to cry on.

But the fact, I actually cried -- cried whilst he shushed me up. Fucking cried like a piece of shit I was.

“Are you listening, Rosella?” He looked at me through his lashes that seemed to long. That’s what she said -- ha, the line is quite popular, if you don't know than go search it up.

Humming, I leaned back on the seat.

His office still the very same. Spotless and tidy. Not a thing out of its place. Also the obsession with black had enhanced to the ceiling. Wow. This man.

“Rosella, I suggest you start thinking of how you’ll fund yourself for the doctorate program-- he placed hi