CHAPTER 20

As Professor Hanks delved into her lecture, Caleb's gaze involuntarily drifted to her form—a strappy black dress adorning flawless skin, her long hair elegantly gathered in a bun.

As if feeling his gaze on her, she turned, chin lifting, her sweeping gaze meeting Caleb's.

He didn't even contemplate looking away, unbothered by the fact that she knew he was watching. Unfazed, he didn't care if she sensed his thoughts, even the less noble ones.

In that moment, he reckoned with the question—when did he become such a bastard? The answer eluded him.

Caleb's gaze involuntarily traced the contours of Professor Hanks as memories of his vivid dream lingered.

The black dress she adorned seemed almost tailored to accentuate every perfect curve, and Caleb found himself involuntarily licking his lips, entranced by the tantalizing thoughts beneath the fabric.

Professor Hanks fixed him with an arched eyebrow, a sly smirk playing on her lips. Suddenly, it felt as if a chill ran down his spine, as if
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