Professor F

Chapter 75

It's deafening.

The beating of August's heart was too loud she could not hear the noise around them until she heard

Flynn and Pierre call her name. She had to close her eyes asking why she had to be caught in between

these guys now.

What should I do?

Why would Flynn talk to me when he never did that since Christmas eve?

If you're so curious, why don't you go and ask?

But are you even ready to hear him out?

She opened her eyes and was about to talk when she saw Pierre standing beside her. "I'm driving her

home." Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

She was speechless, blushing as she stared at Pierre. Flynn then cleared his throat as he sighed softly.

"I'm walking her home."

Pierre clicked his tongue. "Really? You have the audacity to say that after what you did to her?" Flynn

didn't give a damn with Pierre's words and stayed calm. "Why aren't you answering?"

"I have no business with you." Flynn answered calmly as he fixes the frame of his glasses on the

bridge of his nose.

Pierre clenched his fist to control himself. "We'll have to let her decide then."

Both of the guys waited for her to talk. She jerked when they both looked at her. She glanced around

and saw people staring at them. She nervously clips her hair behind her ears. "I—I'll walk myself

home." She turned around and walked away, increasing her pace.

"Damn it." Pierre gritted his teeth when Flynn went after August.

Both of them knew she's trying to avoid the crowd that they gave enough distance walking behind her.

Pierre ended up walking almost next to Flynn. And August sighed as she could see the people around,

looking pass her and feasting on the two handsome guys tailing her.

She bites her lips, praying so hard that they won't call her attention or name. And God seem to have

heard her prayers.
She reached her building in peace, both guys maintained their distance until she's in

front of her apartment door.

She gets inside without a word and rests her back on the door. She could hear footsteps approaching

her door.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Pierre asked angrily.

The footsteps stopped and August stayed by the door to listen.

"I live here." Flynn answered calmly.

"What? How can a prince like you live here? Or did you just followed August and lived here?"

"I have no reason to explain anything to you. So if you'll excuse me."

"You bastard—"

August opened the door when she heard heavy footsteps and a loud thud, as if someone's fighting

outside. And she was right!

Pierre was grabbing Flynn's collar while the latter was calmly holding the former's wrists.

"Stop it!" August yelled at them. "I'll call security!"

Pierre clicked his tongue and dropped his hands by his side. No one seemed hurt. Flynn then fixes his

collar then picks up his laptop and planner.

She took a deep breath and faced Pierre. "You should leave."

"I'm not leaving you with him."

"He lives next to my apartment." She explained, looking away when she saw the embarrassment on

Pierre's face.

"Wha—" He sighed gently. "I'm sorry, August. I'm just—"

"It's okay, Pierre. You go home now." She watched him leaving, picking up his helmet on his way to the

elevators. He waved her goodbye despite looking pissed.

Flynn stayed in front of her. She was about to get inside when he spoke. "I'm sorry."

She nodded and stepped inside but Flynn held the door with his palm. "Are you dating him?"

She's been thinking about it—whether having Pierre with her since that night was actually dating him

already or was he just a convenient way to forget about Flynn.

But now that she's asked by the person she's trying to forget, she only has one answer. "No."

Flynn nodded and smiled. "I'm glad."

Her heart skipped a beat seeing his face with that gorgeous smile. It felt like yesterday when she was

still enjoying her stay in Europe with him.

Why does he feel glad though? If he's so concerned why didn't he talk to me until today?

She wanted to ask him but the memory from that night she saw him kissing Eunice pained her heart

she wanted to slam the door to his face and cry.

"Good night." She whispered as she gently pushes the door close. She stayed by the door hearing his

footsteps fading away. The moment she heard his own apartment door closed, tears fell from her eyes.

The light on his terrace turns on, the very first time it did since she got back from Europe. But why does

it break her heart having him back here?

She cried silently as she sits on her couch.

It's because we're not the same like we used to be.