AN UNEXPECTED GROOM

When Roxane unlocked and opened the door, she saw Professor Watson standing at the door with a bowl in one hand and a red hot water bottle in the other hand.

Professor Watson said:

-I heard you came back, so I brought you a bowl of noodles and some hot water.

She quickly took the food and water from Professor Watson, saying:

-Thank you, Professor Watson.

– It was nothing,

Master Watson smiled and said softly,

– You are my student. Since I brought you out, I naturally have to take care of you.

She smiled. She didn’t know what to say.

– Okay, I won’t stop you from eating. Once you’re done, remember to rest early, Professor Watson said before leaving.

Roxane sat at the table and ate the noodles. Even though they weren’t as good as the ones she made, she knew they were necessary to fill her stomach.

After the meal, she showers, changes clothes and gets into her sleeping bag. She felt dizzy and quickly fell asleep. She didn’t even hear the notifications from her phone.

…

The next day, Roxane woke up feeling dizzy. His throat was dry and burning, and it tasted like rust. After sitting down, she quickly put on her coat before checking her phone. It was already 8 a. m. She didn’t have time to check her messages and hurriedly got out of bed and washed herself. She was so anxious that she slammed her knee on the table, bringing tears to her eyes.

When she arrived in the hall, she found that the others were about to leave.

The student, who was talking about Roxane the day before, saw her and couldn’t help but make fun of her lateness.

However, Professor Watson could see that Roxane’s expression was not correct, so he did not blame her for being late. Instead, he asked with concern:

– You do not look well. Are you sick?

Roxane’s throat hurt so she didn’t want to speak. She shook her head in response and didn’t explain.

– Alright. If there is nothing else, let’s go, said Professor Watson, handing the breakfast in his hand to Roxane,

– Take this and eat it.

She hesitated for a moment before accepting it. She said hoarsely:

-Thank you, Professor Watson.

At this time the student said:

“Master Watson, you are truly biased. We were scolded for being late, but not only did you not scold him, you even took his breakfast.

The student, who had argued with the student the day before, retorted:

– Roxane’s paintings are so good, what teacher wouldn’t love her? Who would like a bad student?

As the two argued while walking, Roxane followed them silently.

Professor Watson turned to look at her several times as if he wanted to say something but was hesitant.

…

Roxane’s state of mind wasn’t very good all day. She had a headache and throat pain. His body was weak and painful. However, she managed to hold out until the evening.

Professor Watson came over and said:

– Stop painting if you don’t feel well. Your health should be your priority.

She covered her mouth while coughing several times. Then she shook her head and said:All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

– I’m doing well.

This time, Master Watson directly took the brush from Roxane’s hand and said:

– Your complexion is very bad. Are you sick?

She didn’t say anything, but her unusually red face had already betrayed her.

– I think you have a fever. I will accompany you to the clinic in town, Professor Watson said as he helped Roxane pack her things.

She tried to negotiate upon hearing these words. She didn’t want to go to the clinic because she was afraid she would need an injection for the infusion. She said :

-Just help me buy some medicine. After taking the medicine and resting overnight, you will be fine.

“Okay,” said Professor Watson. Then, he informed his students before leaving with Roxane.

After sending Roxane back to her room, Professor Watson went to the pharmacy to buy medicine for Roxane’s fever. When he returned, he asked for a thermometer before returning to his room m.

After taking the medicine, Roxane’s head was still pounding so she said:

– Master Watson, I want to rest. You can go back now.

It was indeed inappropriate for a teacher and a student of different sexes to be alone in the room for too long. Therefore, Professor Watson stood up and said:

– Okay, rest well. You can call me if you need anything.

She nodded.

Professor Watson walked towards the door. When his hand turned the doorknob, a slight frown immediately appeared on his face.