Hadriel Wilson felt something was off with his body, but the thought of soon having this woman in his grasp made him ignore it, maintaining his righteous teacher demeanor.
He wanted to sit beside Aurelia Shaw, but under her sharp gaze, he settled into the single sofa closer to her.
Leaning forward, he approached her.
"You can ask the teacher to do anything." His voice softened, with a hint of seduction, his eyes flashing beneath the lenses as he scanned Aurelia Shaw up and down.
At that moment, Aurelia Shaw was wearing a high-necked gown that Mason Nightshade had given her, not even exposing her arms. If it weren't for Aurelia Shaw's exceptional demeanor, such a conservative outfit would appear entirely different on someone else.
Hadriel Wilson felt a surge of heat and restlessness. He tugged at his tie irritably, his gaze fixed on Aurelia Shaw with a trace of ferocity, wanting desperately to pin her down, "Haven't thought of anything yet? Why not let me think for you?"
