“Professor” were the only words that came out of her mouth.
He stood there, staring at her.
His mood was as foul as the first few hours in his car yesterday, and her first day in his penthouse.
She wondered what he wanted. Did he want to scold her for being cold toward him earlier?
But since when did that become a crime? She had not been rude.
She turned around and saw that Atlas was gaining on them. He was already frowning in confusion as he saw her standing so close to the Professor.
She turned back to the man to ask him what he wanted when he said, “Come, Miss Shaw.”
She frowned, watching him already beginning to walk ahead.
She did not want to go anywhere with him, but at the same time, she did not want to stay there till Atlas caught up with her.
So she chose the lesser
