I listened to the old man’s claim that Dr. Brown’s interest in me was not purely professional. I gave him a polite smile. I didn’t believe a single word that he had said.
Dr. Brown wasn’t just older than I was, she was simply out of my league. Besides, she had a daughter who was almost my age. Her daughter had been studying abroad and returned to the country this year.
What the old man was suggesting was impossible.
“Sir, you’re really mistaken. She’s my professor. I’m her student,” I said with a straight face.
The old man gave his ruddy nose a good rub again before smiling wryly. “The love between a man and a woman begins from the heart and is bound by propriety. I have studied the lady’s bearing. She is a lady of culture. Yet her sharp cheekbones and the mole above her brow are sig
