Chapter 146: Part of the Date Plan
“The noodles are getting soggy.”
“I have a big appetite.”
“Then why aren’t you sitting down and eating?”
“Uh… I’m on a diet.”
Lena’s eyes were fixed on the yellowish wall, a newspaper article, clearly freshly pasted, a stark contrast to the surrounding grime.
[Mistaking laxative for licorice wine, two men chug 300 bottles, die of poisoning.]
What the…
[Natural disaster? Forest flattened overnight.]
Oh, so the higher-ups suppressed the news, that’s why it’s so quiet…
[Largest shipwreck in history, Dream No. 3, carrying gold and treasures, vanishes without a trace, 900 passengers and crew, no survivors.]
The headline, in bold black letters, accompanied by a blurry photo, described a tragic event…
Lena tapped her chin thoughtfully.
Vanessa had truly gone through with it, taking revenge on her despicable father.
Her rage unleashed, her spatial magic had destroyed the massive cruise ship, sending it plummeting into the depths of the sea.
The sturdy hull, capable of conquering the vast ocean, was no match for spatial magic.
“How tragic.”
Lena shook her head, seemingly accepting the fact.
Who was to blame?
The passengers of Dream No. 3 were simply unlucky.
Those who gambled on the fringes of the law should be prepared to face the consequences. The passengers were all gamblers, their lives stained with countless crimes, their deaths a fitting end.
“So, Lena, you also pay attention to the news?”
Agnes wiped the bar stool with a tissue, and Lena finally sat down, picking at her noodles.
“Well, there are many ways to obtain information, and newspapers are the most convenient and affordable… cough! These noodles are good, very chewy, but too spicy.”
Lena’s eyes watered, and she coughed.
Agnes offered a tissue, her voice apologetic. “I didn’t know you couldn’t handle spicy food, I’ll ask the owner to make a milder version…”
“Now you know?” Lena blew her nose, her lips red and swollen.
“I’ll remember that next time.”
Agnes smiled, watching Lena struggle with the noodles, a strange sense of satisfaction welling up within her.
“You know, Lena, you’re actually quite cute right now.”
“I don’t think I’m ‘cute,’ shouldn’t it be ‘breathtakingly beautiful’?”
Lena’s voice was hoarse from the spices, sounding slightly strange.
How much chili did they put in this?! Her tongue was numb!
“If you can’t eat it, don’t force yourself, it’s bad for your stomach,” Agnes offered a glass of ice water, smiling. “Sweating like this, where’s your ladylike demeanor?”
“Whose fault is that? I can’t waste food!”
Agnes’s words made Lena feel ashamed.
Who was she?
The young lady of the Falmouth family! The future head of the family!
Being looked down upon because of a bowl of noodles, by a beautiful professor, no less.
It was like being called “small” by your crush, then being “comforted” with a backhanded compliment…
Unacceptable, Lena was determined to finish the noodles, even the soup!
“Hiss, so spicy.”
She drank a mouthful of the broth, a burning sensation in her stomach.
Lena forced herself to drink a few more sips, then, unable to endure it any longer, clutched her stomach and turned to Agnes, her expression pitiful. “Professor…”
“Ah, I told you not to force yourself! Drink some water!”
Agnes felt a pang of guilt, seeing Lena’s discomfort. They should have had barbecue instead…
She rubbed Lena’s stomach, offering her water. “Feeling better?”
“Tummy hurts…” Lena feigned weakness, wanting to bury her face in Agnes’s soft bosom. “Kiss it better~”
“You’re so grown up, and yet you still act spoiled.”
“Professor, you misunderstand, I’m just playing the part of the clingy girlfriend you wanted.” Lena said smugly, her stomach feeling better.
“Then get off my lap, people are watching, do you want to end up in the newspapers?”
Agnes flicked Lena’s forehead, exasperated.
But Lena refused to move, the surroundings too dirty and smelly, Agnes’s scent the only comfort, her body soft and inviting…
Agnes could only let Lena cling to her, thinking that Lena was her student, like a younger sister.
They were of similar age, but in terms of seniority, Lena should call her “sister.”
But Lena had never treated her as an older sister, always calling her “Professor”…
This complicated relationship, what should she do…
Lena nuzzled against Agnes’s smooth, water-blue hair. “I think being in the newspapers would be good for me.”
“But I can’t allow that, it would ruin my career.”
Agnes frowned, pinching Lena’s thigh, the soft, tofu-like texture lingering on her fingertips.
She paused, and Lena, her breath warm against Agnes’s neck, chuckled. “You’re flustered…”
“No, I’m not!”
Agnes was annoyed.
“Get down, or I’ll…!”
“Or what? Scream for help? Right now, I’m the one being molested, you hypocritical professor.”
Lena’s legs wrapped around Agnes’s hand.
Lena wasn’t wearing stockings today, her bare legs smooth and white, Agnes’s hand trapped between them.
She sat on Agnes’s lap, her arms around Agnes’s neck, her balance perfect, their intimate position undeniable.
“Is this also part of the date plan?”
“I just thought of it, I hope Professor doesn’t mind.”
“I don’t mind, but Lena, can you please release my hand…?”
Agnes’s mind reeled, Lena’s actions clearly pushing her towards the edge, a clear attempt to seal the deal.
If she showed any sign of weakness, she would fall into Lena’s trap.
And Lena would have every reason to claim her, like a rabbit caught in a hunter’s snare…
“Let’s talk outside.”
Agnes finally resisted the temptation, her back covered in sweat.
Sometimes, she really wanted to stuff Lena’s head in a sack and carry her to a secluded corner…
How could anyone be so persistent?
“I’ll go pay, don’t wander off.”
“Yes, Professor!”
“Don’t shout, it’s not appropriate.”
“It’s fine, no one knows you here anyway.”
But everyone knows you, Lena!!
Agnes clenched her fists, paying the bill under the shopkeeper’s curious gaze, then practically dragging Lena out of the shop…
