CH 17
1385 Words
Hearing the word "menstruation" come from such an elegant and distinguished man felt utterly out of place, sending a shiver down her spine.
Immediately, she pulled over the somewhat bewildered Cecilia Cooper, who seemed to have just swallowed gunpowder. "Stop talking about that! The food is already ordered, so just sit down."
Cecilia knew her reaction was a bit over the top. To the two of them, it probably seemed completely nonsensical, maybe even a bit crazy, but she couldn't help it.
After all, the whole situation had come so suddenly and shockingly that it caught her off guard. She felt flustered and indecisive, instinctively wanting to vent her feelings...
Taking a deep breath, she tried to suppress her restless emotions and sat down in her seat.
The heating was cranked up, so she casually took off her down jacket, leaving only her black long-sleeve shirt. As she stood up to hang her jacket, an unexpected incident occurred... The waiter standing behind her didn’t anticipate her sudden turn and lost his footing, resulting in a solid collision between the two.
The waiter was carrying a tray with three crystal glasses filled with red wine, along with an already opened bottle.
With the sudden impact, the tray tipped, and all the red wine splashed onto Cecilia's chest.
Her body was pushed against the dining table, and as she lost her balance, she let out a small gasp and fell to the ground.
Davina Gray was still frozen in place, while Charles Dixon had already stood up, his tall frame slightly bent as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
When his gaze fell on her chest, it immediately darkened.
Her skin was already fair, and combined with the red wine, it created quite the scene.
Charles seemed captivated by the view before him.
“I’ll go grab some tissues,” Davina quickly said, snapping back to reality as she hurried out.
Cecilia Cooper, still catching her breath from the shock, looked up to find the man staring at her intently.
She froze for a moment, then followed his gaze...
Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she quickly crossed her arms over her chest, biting her lip. “Don’t look! How shameless!”
His throat bobbed as he spoke in a low, husky voice, raising an eyebrow. “With such a sight before me, if I didn’t react, would I still be a man?”
“Despicable! Do you think all men are as shameless as you?” Cecilia shot him a fierce glare.
“They might be even more shameless than I am, Teacher Cooper…”
His warm breath brushed against her ear, making her earlobe tingle with heat.
“Shameless!”
She cursed, using all her strength to push him away.
Leaning lazily against the dining table, Charles Dixon ran his tongue over his lips, as if savoring something. “Even teachers can curse?”
"Do you expect me to sweet-talk you?" she snapped, glaring at his flippant behavior and adding angrily, "Pervert!"
"Shouldn't Teacher Cooper broaden her horizons? Or maybe I should show you what a real pervert looks like, hmm?"
With long strides, he advanced, cornering her against the wall, a slight smile playing on his lips as his gaze locked onto hers.
He was rarely impulsive; he prided himself on his self-control.
But at that moment, he felt it slipping away.
"Let go of me, you pervert! Just let me go!" Her hands were pinned above her head, leaving her unable to move, and she could only shout in frustration.
His intense gaze sent a shiver of fear down her spine...
Just then, hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway. Cecilia Cooper knew it had to be Davina Gray returning.
Panic surged within her, and she struggled desperately, even breaking out in a light sweat, her heart racing as if it might leap out of her throat.
Charles Dixon showed no signs of releasing her, a relaxed smirk on his face.
Cecilia bit her lip, and seizing the moment while he was distracted, she lifted her knee and kicked him hard.
He grunted in pain, releasing his grip on her.
Taking two quick steps back, Cecilia swiftly created distance between them.
At that moment, Davina Gray pushed open the door to the private room, oblivious to the tension between the two. "Tissues! The tissues are here! Hurry up and clean up that spilled drink, or you'll catch a cold!"
"Do you need me to step out?" Charles Dixon asked, adjusting the lapels of his coat with an air of elegance and understanding, his deep gaze fixed on Cecilia Cooper.
However, if one looked closely, they would notice a slight furrow of pain in his brow.
"No need, no need. She can just go to the restroom. Mr. Dixon, please take a seat," Davina replied, eager to avoid any awkwardness.
Cecilia Cooper, feeling like a wolf in sheep's clothing, was seething but held back her anger. She took the tissues from Davina and said, "Sorry, I'm not feeling well. I’ll just head home now."
"Alright, I understand," Davina said, recognizing that Cecilia had her reasons.
After taking off her down jacket, she gritted her teeth and left without looking back.
Charles Dixon narrowed his eyes slightly, returning to his usual indifferent demeanor. He smirked, maintaining an air of arrogance mixed with politeness.
"Sorry, Teacher Gray, but I have a meeting at five. Let’s reschedule our dinner for another day. To make up for it, I can give you a ride home..."
Feeling a bit disappointed, Davina Gray perked up again when she heard his next words. She quickly nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Dixon."
The hotel manager rushed over, apologizing profusely while offering a cigarette.
Charles Dixon casually greeted him, waving his hand to indicate he didn't smoke. "Everyone makes mistakes. Just be more careful next time. And put the bill under my name."
Standing behind him, Davina's gaze fell on his tall, imposing figure. Listening to his conversation with the manager, her admiration for him grew even stronger.
Meanwhile, Cecilia Cooper stood on the roadside in her wet clothes, trying to hail a taxi. Just the thought of that face made her want to bite him to death.
As she waited, a black Range Rover pulled up in front of her. The window rolled down, and the very face she wanted to kill appeared before her.
"Get in," he said, raising an eyebrow and speaking in a crisp, no-nonsense tone.
Get in that car? Cecilia scoffed. Did she look that foolish?
Just as she was about to respond, the door swung open, and Davina waved at her. "Cecilia, hurry up! Mr. Dixon is giving us a ride back."
With Davina in the car, what could he possibly do to her? It was hard enough to catch a taxi in this area, so why be difficult?
Once inside the car, Cecilia Cooper and Davina Gray settled into the back seat.
The atmosphere remained silent throughout the ride. Cecilia didn’t want to speak, while Davina was too intimidated by Charles Dixon's commanding presence to say anything.
Charles, wearing an earpiece, didn’t break the silence either. He seemed to be issuing orders to his employees, his deep voice resonating with authority, devoid of any hesitation.
After a moment, the car stopped outside the community. As Cecilia opened the door and stepped out, a low, gravelly voice called out, “Teacher Cooper, it’s best to remember to wear a bra when you go out in the future…”
Cecilia's cheeks flushed red, and she managed to squeeze out, “Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Dixon. Goodbye, no need to see me off!”
Once outside, she could no longer contain her anger and kicked the car's tire.
To her surprise, the tire was incredibly sturdy, and her foot ended up hurting, leaving it numb and unable to touch the ground.
Charles Dixon watched her antics with a smirk, his gaze drifting to her leg. She had kicked with quite a bit of force, and it seemed to be causing her some lingering pain.
After giving her one last look, he started the car, turned it around, and drove away…
On the back seat of the car, there lay a small blue bag and a test report…
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