Chapter 43
Chapter 43 The Handsome Teacher
What was his name? Why was het warm and engaging with Emma, yet distant from her?
Ariane felt a pang of desolation, her expression clouded with displeasure. She wanted to keep the conversation flowing, but another female classmate approached and shot the classroom door with a cold glare
She longed to observe her classmates from outside the window but dressed in a white ish coat, the had to head to the free clinic, leaving reluctantly
In the afternoon, she returned home to find Emma washing up. With a long face and evident displesture, the scrutinized Emma. She wasn’t particularly striking, certainly not more attractive than herself. How could the possibly be marrying the refined and distinguished Dr. Taylor?
And then there was that handsome teacher from ealini, who seemed to possess an almost divine allure. He had treated her warmly, yet remained aloof
What was in about her that he found unappealing?
Emms, oblivious to Anane’s mood, said cheerfully. “There’s still hot water in the bucket. You should wash up quickly, or it’ll get cold ”
Ignoring her Anne’s eyes were icy as she went to fetch water from the kitchen.
The next day, believing the handsome teacher would be teaching in the morning, she considered swapping shifts with Emma Although it was her turn at
the clinic that afternoon, she knew the rural primary school would close by 1.30 PM, and she wouldn’t have the chance to meet him otherwise
Emma agreed without hesitation Before heading out Anane took her time to prepare She spent half an hour applying elegant, light makeup, and bright
lipstick, and changing her earrings and necklace to something more fashionable
Normally in trousers, today she wore tights and a fitted skirt paired with high heels. Her outfit was undoubtedly the latest trend in Maplewood Village.
After admiring hersell in the mirror, she felt a sense of satisfaction and stepped out.
Upon arriving at the rural school, her high heels quickly became muddy on the path. She frowned in disgust, “What a temble place, not even a proper road What a waste of my shoes!“
At the clinic, a group of students was practicing a radio broadcast. A few, speaking in their local dialect, commented, “The doctor seems different today-
kind of flashy
Another girl raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean flashy? Don’t let her hear you, she’ll think we’re all just country bumpkins.”
One slightly chubby student chimed in, “Didn’t you see her looking for Teacher George yesterday? She’s dressed up today, clearly trying to impress him.”
Teacher George is coming! He’s coming!”
Several students hurriedly lined up, their whispers fading as they focused on the approaching figure.
When Anane saw George, her eyes lit up. Blushing, she swayed towards him in her heels, her voice flirtatious. “Good day, Teacher. May I be so bold as to
ask your name
A few students rushed forward, enthusiastically greeting, “Good morning, Teacher George! Their excitement caught George’s attention, and he didn’t
seem to notice Ariane’s question
“Good day to you all he replied warmly to the students.
Watching the crowd around George, Ariane felt a mix of determination and resentment. They’re just a bunch of country bumpkins
She recalled how the students called him George and reassured herself, George the teacher? Not only was he handsome, but his voice was captivating Even his name stood out. Was he from Boston like her?
If so, when they returned to Boston, she’d have to keep in touch–maybe ask him out for a movie or dinner
The thought of strolling together in the rain, watching movies, and sharing meals made Ariane blush with excitement. She had gone to great lengths to look her best today, all for him. She needed an opportunity to chat and ask for his Instagram or another way to connect.
After the first lesson ended and the students went out for a break, Ariane found herself standing at the classroom door. When she saw George coming
out, her high heel suddenly tipped, and she lurched toward him. George sidestepped, catching her lab coat just in time.
“Oh, Teacher George, thank your she said, her eyes softening
George’s brows knitted slightly as he replied. “You’re welcome.”
Several students rushed to help her, but she glared at them unwilling to let these nave kids ruin her chance with George.
Just as she was about to grasp George’s arm, he took a step back, maintaining his distance. His eyes were cold as he said, “If you’ve twisted your ankle, you’ll have to heal it yourself. After all, you’re the doctor, no one else can help you?”
A tall student brought her a chair. It was old and faded, and Anane pursed her lips in disdain, reluctant
tant to sit down. A faint smile appeared as she said, “It’s okay. I didn’t sprain anything”
it’s not dirty,” the student insisted, wiping the chair with his sleeve
Seeing him wipe the chair, she gingerly sat down, her pristine expression betraying her annoyance. Why did Teacher George treat Emma with such warmth while remaining no distant from her?
As she pondered this, a student asked, “The beautiful doctor who saved clansmate Axel yesterday–why didn’t she come today?”
They turned to Ariane, asking. “Miss Doctor, when will the beautiful doctor from yesterday return? We want to thank her
The beautiful doctor they mentioned was Emma. A woman who wore casual clothes and a high ponytail, lacking any hint of femininity–was she
considered beautiful?
Were these kids blind? Did she dress up for nothing? Couldn’t they tell the difference between beauty and plainness? They were such country bumpkins!
Noticing her displeasure, the student timidly stepped back, afraid to ask more
Another student kindly advised, “Miss Doctor, your shoes are too high. It’s not easy to walk in them. You should wear flats next time.”
Why should you care?
Ariane wanted to dismiss the child harshly, but to leave a good impression on George, she forced a smile. “You’re right, child. The mountain road is tough to navigate. I’ll be more careful next time.”
