Professor F

Chapter 38

August was suddenly quiet as she felt sorry for Flynn losing the most important person in his life.

Flynn looked at her. "When you said something about respecting whatever reason I have for keeping

things to myself, I remembered him, being a confused child as I don't have a parent to call mother or

father, he respected my isolation from the world. But I always find him beside me—answering my

unspoken questions and doubts just by observing how I look at kids playing with their father or a child

holding his mother's hand."

He smiled at her. "Respect—"He continued. "Father said that we can't force people to tell us their

worries or desires. We must respect that certain gap between one person to another. Sooner or later,

they will seek someone's lending ear, they will have their confession and will try to make things right or

at least, ask for forgiveness. Like my mother who only reached out to Father Philips when I was already

ten—those years Father respected her isolation as a mother to her child—the guilt, shame and regret

she endured until she finally had the courage to come forward and confess to Father Philips after ten

years."

"And right now, I want to confess this past I kept secret from you. This is me, August. I didn't have the

same childhood as Stella. I was abandoned by my mother and had issues as a child. Even at the time it

was brought to me that my parents are from the Royal family. I never talked to them. As a teenager, I

questioned everything and rebelled."

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "After Father Jacobs' death and my mother came back,

Father Philips was there. Like always."

"It was only then that I remembered what he taught me—respect. They respected my hatred. He said I

had to feel and experience it, they waited for me to realize it—my mother came back to make things

right or at least, ask for forgiveness."

She couldn't help herself from shedding a tear after hearing his story. "I'm sorry if I'm crying." She

whispered in between sniffs and wiped her tears with her fingers. "I'm happy and sad—no matter how

crazy that sounds, I feel a lot of emotions right now. I'm sad hearing what you've been through but I'm

happy you allowed me to learn this truth about you. Thank you, Flynn." She looked at Father Philips.

"I'm sorry for being emotional, Father."

"I'm used to emotions and tears, child. And there's nothing to be ashamed about. We are not here to

judge. We listen." He smiled.

Flynn smiled at her. "You're probably so confused. I was, too—until you reminded me of Father Philips.

I want to say sorry that it took me this long."

She smiled at him. "Well—it's better now than later, I guess?"

"Of course."

"It's better now than never. And now, the food is ready!" Father Philips announced as he looked at them

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••••••

It was after eight o'clock when they left Father Philips, promising to visit him often. Flynn had asked his

driver Hugo to pick them since there are no cabs in the area.

They were inside the vehicle when Flynn crossed his fingers to hers.

She smiled at him, she has other questions but she knew tonight wouldn't be the right time. She just

wanted to give Flynn enough time to recover from this eventful night.

He smiled at her. "You know you can ask me questions anytime. I could see that curious look on your

face."

She blushed. "W—Well..."

"What is it?"

She wanted to ask him—why did your mother choose Father Philips? How did you manage to accept

everything after all that happened?

But she stopped herself from asking and smiled at him instead, thinking Flynn had so much things he

had shared today. They sure have all their time to share more. "I love you." She said as she tilts her

head to give his lips a quick kiss.

He gasped in surprise. When he recovered, his hand reached out to her neck and pulled her for a slow

passionate kiss.

She felt his hand on her shoulders then to her breasts. She moaned hard before their lips parted. "I

love you more, August."

She smiled at him after he gave her a chaste kiss but she knew as she looked into his eyes, the desire

is burning for more than just a kiss. "I'll wake you up when we're home."

She nodded and rested her head against his shoulders. She felt him kissing her hair as her eyes

closed and she falls asleep.

••••••

Monday.

After the tests last week, the students are all pretty busy preparing for their own festival celebration.

The classes were a little light considering the event. Flynn though didn't stop his usual tests everyday

which made his students more irritated she even heard few students mostly guys talking about it. But

the girls are, of course, a different story—they didn't even say any word and just drooled over their hot

professor.

And she just laughs it off. She can actually count herself in. Flynn is just getting hotter and more

handsome in her eyes after what they shared over the weekend.

That sneaky but romantic amusement park date and the revelation that night!

She found herself smiling while eating at the cafeteria when a pair of hands placed a tray of food in her

table. "That vegetable salad don't look that dreamy at all for you to be daydreaming." He teased.

Her smiled vanished and she awkwardly cleared her throat. "I was just—"

"Daydreaming." He continued with a smile on his lips and bites on his sandwich.

"Guess I can't talk my way out of it, huh?"

He moved his head sideways. "Uh—uh. Guilty. You are the exact description of daydreaming. I

should've taken a photo of you!"

She laughed shortly.

"So—have you decided which tour to take on the festival?" He asked.

"I think Professor Flynn mentioned he is arranging a festival itinerary for freshmen."

He nodded. "I see. What about after the festival hours?"

"W—What do you mean?" She asked, feeling a little uneasy of how their conversation would go.

"I mean, tour around Paris, eat at restaurants or visit museums—do you love art?" He asked

enthusiastically.

She felt awkward. He's actually inviting her out for some sort of a date?

"I don't think it's appropriate to be—"

"Is it your boyfriend? Is he in the same college?"

She felt a little irritated with his questioning. "I don't think we can talk about that kind of thing."

He looked shocked and regretful when she was obviously starting to feel upset. "I'm sorry. I—I didn't

mean to—sorry, August."

She stands up and picked her tray and things. "Please excuse me."

He holds her wrist, stopping her from leaving. "I'm sorry if I'm being too intrusive."

"Just let me go. Please." She begged, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"I think you heard her loud enough, Liam." That familiar voice echoed in the dining hall and the

students were all startled hearing that voice.