Chapter 220
With these thoughts, Camila let go of Kevin’s cock, sighed, and said, "Kevin, I told you I wouldn’t interfere with your relationship with Ms. Wilson. But whatever happens, treat her well. Don’t make things hard for her. We women don’t take this step unless we have to. Ms. Wilson is young and has her concerns. Be patient with her, okay?"
"Don’t worry, Camila. I know what to do," Kevin said, kissing her. "You and Ms. Wilson are the most important people to me. I’ll cherish both of you and won’t let you down or make you sad."
Seeing the time, Camila quickly dressed and made the bed. Noticing the large wet spot in the center, she thought about how she had just changed the sheets yesterday and now had to wash them again. Seeing Kevin grinning at her, she glared at him playfully and said, "What’s so funny? This is all your fault. Hurry back to class. And don’t come for me tonight. Go home early."
A Storm, a Realization, and a New Approach
As soon as Kevin left Camila’s office, a strong wind nearly blew his eyes shut. He shivered, looking up at the dark sky, thinking a big storm was coming. He quickly ran downstairs, just making it to the classroom as thunder rumbled and heavy raindrops began to fall.
Most of the school’s classrooms were old buildings that leaked when it rained. Teachers and parents had long been calling for better facilities. The education bureau had allocated funds for a new teaching building, but the previous principal had diverted the money to build an office building. Since taking over, Principal Zach Jackson had wanted to build a new teaching building but hadn’t been able to raise enough funds. So, he had to use the limited funds to recruit talent and improve teaching facilities.
Kevin’s desk was right under a leaky spot where water dripped onto his desk. He had no choice but to make a hole in his desk so the water could pass through to the floor. He thought he would choose a seat that didn’t leak when he moved to a new classroom next term.
Outside, the rain poured down, and the white-haired math teacher on the podium was loudly explaining a problem. Kevin listened but found his mind wandering back to his passionate kiss with Mia. He had thought their relationship was like a thin piece of paper that he could pierce with a bit of effort.
But he hadn’t expected that what stood between him and Mia wasn’t paper but an elastic membrane, like silk stockings. He felt he had pierced through, but as soon as he let go, everything returned to its original state, making him restless.
Camila’s words calmed him down. Maybe Mia didn’t know how to face him now. As Camila said, he was still a student. Any relationship with him would impose significant pressure on Camila and Mia if it ever came to light, while Kevin might be seen as an innocent victim.