Chapter 12 At Students’ Home
Sarah
Shawn elegantly cut the steak. Hearing my speech, he looked at me: "What do you think about hiring a tutor?"
Seeing his businesslike demeanor, I also relaxed my guard and agreed: "I think that's a good approach."
Then his voice rang out: "It seems you have agreed to be Anthony's tutor."
Hearing this, I involuntarily shuddered and straightened up.
"When did I agree?"
Putting down his knife and fork, Shawn picked up the red wine and sipped it carefully. "What will you say now?"
"Sorry, I don't have time." I, without thinking, refused his proposal.
"You don't need to spend too much time, just two hours a day..."
"Shawn, it's not about how much time, it's that I truly don't have time." I gathered my courage and looked him in the eye.
But Shawn didn't seem to hear my words. He merely pursed his thin lips and said, "Double the salary..."
My voice was a little cold, I can’t control my big mouth anymore: "It's not about money. You should find someone else."
I wanted to completely erase all memories, so I didn't want to get involved with him. Because as long as I see him, the memories will come flooding back!
Gently shaking the red wine in his glass, he was indifferent and calm compared to my excitement; "What do you think about me discussing this matter with your school's principal?"
There's no doubt that this sentence is more threatening. Judging by the principal's demeanor, she's 100% certain the principal will definitely turn me in!
The anger in my heart finally arose. My chest heaved slightly, and I rose from my chair. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Lots of people want to become tutors. Why threaten me like that? What are his intentions?
"You misunderstood..." A faint smile touched Shawn's eyes, and he said with a faint smile, "It's not that I owe you something, but that someone owes you something..."
I was stunned. I looked at him and blurted out: "Anthony?"
"Yes..." Shawn replied lazily.
It seemed I'd thought about it for a moment, and embarrassment welled up from the depths of my heart. My face involuntarily flushed, I sighed deeply, and apologized, "Sorry, I was just flustered."
He looked up and asked again, "Your answer?"
"I still refuse," I replied word for word, looking straight at him.
I slowly narrowed my eyes. Shawn stared at me silently, as if he wanted to see right through me.
For a long moment, I didn't hear his voice. I looked up in surprise and stared into his deep, unpredictable eyes. My heart pounded.
His face instantly changed color. I feared the man standing before me. He was like a graceful wolf. Everything seemed casual, yet one movement proved fatal.
However, this is an undeniable fact. I didn't flinch, but nodded.
"So tutoring isn't tutoring?" Shawn raised his eyebrows and pressed me step by step.
His slight irritation and irritability finally subsided with his success. I stood up with a hint of arrogance: "Don't do it! Shawn, do you understand?"
My cheeks flushed. My large eyes were clear, black, and bright. Shawn seemed absorbed in them. The light in my eyes flickered, and my thin lips curled slightly, a gentle reminder: "Sara seems to be flustered again..."
"I'm just flustered. What happened? In any case, I won't be tutoring. I still have classes this afternoon. You can take care of yourself!"
My voice dropped. I picked up my bag and left. Just two steps later, the door swung open, and Tony entered.
He raised his eyebrows, and his gaze fell on him. His lips moved, and he said, "Since Miss Sarah, doesn't agree, it's best not to resist. By the way, have Driver send Teacher back to school."
But Tony frowned fiercely and glared at me. "Why don't you agree?"
"I still have a lot to do. I don't have time to tutor." I looked at Tony regretfully.
I then walked and left the restaurant.
Shawn, tall and handsome, stood up and left, but seeing Tony still standing there, he raised his eyebrows: "No?"
"Brother, do you believe I can convince her to agree?" Tony smiled in response: "I also have a lot... to do. I don't have time to go to school..."
Apparently, Shawn wasn't very interested in his words. He glanced at his watch.
But during the next few days of class, I noticed that the window seat in the last row was always empty. It was Tony's.
I rang the bell. Each time, a gentle female voice reminded her that the other person was talking: "Please call back later."
This might be normal, sometimes, or once or twice during a conversation, but it always shows there's a problem. Tony does this deliberately.
I knew why he was like this: simply because I hadn't promised him tutoring.
With a helpless sigh, I pulled out the student list and began searching for the home address Tony had filled out.
The annual exam was in two days. He had to come to school to take the final exam!
After writing down his home address on my cell phone, I hailed a taxi. Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of the house.
The air is truly wonderful, and the surrounding environment is healthy. Walking through the neighborhood, you can smell the faint scent of flowers.
Following the address, I approached the third building and stopped in front of a gate. To her surprise, the door was unlocked, leaving a gap.
After checking the address several times, I approached the door and entered.