Chapter 98: In the Office, the teacher Gets Played by the Little Devil

Chapter 98: In the Office, the teacher Gets Played by the Little Devil

Ella's face was once again adorned with a gentle and elegant smile as she confidently addressed the classroom, exuding the air of a perfect teacher.

Time slipped by, minute after minute. An hour-long class, neither too short nor too long, passed in the blink of an eye as the bell signaled the end.

However, one particular teacher couldn't deny the irritation bubbling inside her as she thought about the intimate interactions that had unfolded during class.

For students, the end of class is always irresistibly appealing.

But as the bell rang, Ella didn't dismiss everyone immediately. Instead, she turned her gaze toward Shia.

"Shia, come to the office with me."

Her words silenced the room instantly.

All eyes turned toward Shia.

Calmly, he stood, nodded, and followed her without hesitation.

Nobody thought he was in trouble. With Shia's brilliance and mysterious aura, it was natural for teachers to favor him.

Several classmates even looked at him with envy.

Ella turned and led the way. Her tight-fitting dress clung perfectly to her curves, her hips swaying slightly as she walked, creating a rhythm that was both elegant and captivating.

When they arrived at the office, Shia casually shut the door behind him as they entered.

Ella turned to face him, settling into a swivel chair. Crossing her long, shapely legs—enhanced by the sheer black stockings she wore—she exuded elegance and a quiet authority.

Her black patent leather stilettos added a touch of sharpness, while her cool, refined demeanor made her all the more intimidating. She leaned back in her chair and locked her gaze on Shia.

"Explain yourself. What's going on with you?"

Shia responded with a relaxed smile, showing no sign of unease under her scrutiny.

"Obviously, I've been focused on studying and improving myself."

His nonchalant response made her expression grow colder.

"Classmates should treat each other with kindness and respect. Now, tell me—what exactly have you been up to lately?"

Ella placed her delicate hand on the desk, her knuckles tapping softly but firmly as she narrowed her eyes, her demeanor dripping with authority. The subtle yet powerful gesture heightened the tension in the room.

Shia's gaze lingered on Ella's face, which was clearly tinged with frustration.

But fear? That wasn't in his vocabulary.

Feigning innocence, Shia tilted his head. "Have I done something wrong?"

The innocence in his tone was almost believable.

Had Ella not seen it all herself, she might've been fooled.

"I saw everything you were doing in class," she said firmly. "Don't think you can fool me."

Shia finally adopted an expression of realization. "Oh… Are you talking about my interactions with Violet?"

"Call me Miss Ella," she corrected him sharply.

"Miss Ella," he amended smoothly. "I was just strengthening the bond between classmates. Was that wrong?"

"You're still trying to argue?" she said, her tone growing harsher.

Shia smirked, stepping closer. "Miss Ella, if I've done something wrong…"

As his voice softened, he reached out and took her slender, delicate hand into his. His fingers closed around hers as he gently pulled her toward him.

Before she could react, he had drawn her into his embrace.

Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "…then teach me, Miss Ella."

Ella's outfit was a masterpiece of understated elegance: a lilac dress that hugged her full, curvaceous figure, its round neckline revealing a hint of her smooth collarbone. The hem stopped mid-thigh, showing off her legs encased in sheer black stockings and ending in sleek black stilettos.

Her makeup was flawless—a touch of dark eyebrow powder, subtle eyeliner extending from her eyes, and lips so glossy they gleamed like ripe fruit. Her violet hair was pinned up with a hairpin, with a few loose strands framing her soft, delicate face.

She was the epitome of refined beauty and mature allure.

As her body fell against his, her soft, supple curves pressed into him. His warmth seeped through her skin, enveloping her completely.

His scent filled her senses, making her body feel weak and her knees unsteady. The boy's embrace was far too comforting, making her want to linger in it. Yet, at the same time, it was overwhelming, heating her cheeks until they flushed pink.

How had this little devil managed to control her so completely again?

The office was silent, though her nerves were anything but calm. Ella wasn't important enough to have her own private office, so she strained her ears, listening for any movement in the hallway. If someone approached, it would be disastrous.

"Let go…" she whispered, her voice trembling. She tried to push him away, but her efforts were feeble against the boy's strength.

"This is an office," she scolded, keeping her voice low. "Be mindful of where we are! If anyone sees you doing this to your teacher…"

Her voice trailed off, unable to complete the threat.

Shia chuckled softly, his hand sliding down to her waist and brushing over the curve of her hip. His voice was low and teasing as he whispered again into her ear, "Miss Ella, do you really want me to let go?"

The warmth of his breath sent shivers through her body, leaving her paralyzed and unable to reply.

Her lips parted slightly, but no words came.

"Your reaction says otherwise," he continued with a knowing smirk.

Ella was caught in a whirlwind of shame and frustration. She turned her head, exposing the graceful curve of her neck, and braced herself for whatever would come next.

But nothing did.

After a long, tense pause, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Shia's face was calm, his expression gentle and reassuring.

Instead of pushing further, he took a step back and began tidying her hair and adjusting her slightly ruffled dress. His movements were deliberate, his touch warm and unhurried.

Ella stared at him in a daze, her mind a swirl of confusion and emotions.

He had been so close, yet he didn't cross the line.

But instead of feeling relief, she felt a pang of disappointment. Was she losing her charm? Had she grown old and unappealing?

The image of Violet's youthful beauty flashed in her mind, a stark contrast to her own situation.

As a widow, she had thought herself still desirable. But the boy holding her had treated her with nothing but respect, and it stung more than it should have.

She scolded herself for her foolish thoughts. Her only goal was to ensure his cooperation in reviving her husband. Nothing more.

That's all this was about. Right?

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