Husband With Benefits-Chapter 845: Professor

"Professor Ellis White," Cai said, his voice calm cutting through the silence of the room as he stood in the open doorway.

The old man looked up from the stack of papers scattered across the table and jerked as recognition dawned on him. His eyes widened, and his body went rigid when he saw Cai standing there. "What... what are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice cracking with unease. His hand fumbled for the desk phone. "Who let you in? Security!"

Cai’s lips curled into a slow, unbothered smile, the kind that hinted he had all the time in the world for the man to call for security.. Without waiting for an invitation, he strolled over and settled himself in the chair opposite the professor. His posture was casual, almost leisurely, as though they were old friends meeting for coffee. "How are you doing, Professor? Its’ been too long since we’ve seen each other." he asked in a tone dripping with mock cordiality. frёewebnoѵēl.com

The professor didn’t answer. His trembling fingers mashed the buttons on the phone repeatedly, his panic rising with every failed attempt to summon help. "Security! Security, get in here immediately!" he barked;

Cai leaned back in his chair, a faint chuckle escaping him as he watched the older man’s frantic efforts. Finally, he sighed, spreading his hands in a gesture of mock surrender. "No point in shouting, Professor," he said with a shrug. "You’re not the only one who knows how to grease the right palms. And you seem to be screaming as if you think I am going to murder you. Relax, Professor."

The professor froze mid-motion, his hand hovering over the phone as his gaze snapped back to Cai. His face was ashen now, his lips pressed into a thin line. He cleared his throat, but the sound came out weak and strained. "You— You need to leave. Right now," he stammered, "I don’t care why you are here, but I have no wish to see you. So, if you don’t leave, I’ll have no choice but to call the police."

Cai’s smile widened, but his eyes remained cold and calculating. "What’s the rush, Professor?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft, like a predator toying with its prey. "What kind of teacher sends his old student away so rudely? Surely, we can spare a few minutes to catch up, hmm?"

The professor’s hand fell to the desk, shaking uncontrollably as beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, betraying the calm façade he was desperately trying to maintain. Cai tilted his head slightly, as though studying the man’s every reaction, his every twitch.

"You’re sweating, Professor," Cai observed. His words were slow and deliberate, "Why are you so nervous? I’m just here for a little chat. No need to get worked up... unless, of course, you’ve done something that would make you uneasy."

The professor recoiled as though struck, his chair scraping noisily against the floor. His lips parted, but no words came out, as he closed his mouth.

"Did you do something, Professor?" Cai repeated, his tone deceptively light. "Because from where I’m sitting, it certainly looks like you’ve got something to hide."

Ellis White clenched his hands tightly under the desk, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to steady himself. He’d been careful, he reminded himself. No one could poossibly trace everything back to him. No one. He inhaled a shaky breath, willing his racing heart to slow. Caius’s sudden arrival had shaken him is all. Slowly, he composed himself, lifted his chin as he met Cai’s piercing gaze with a disdainful one of his own.

"Done something?" Ellis scoffed, his voice growing louder with each word, "You ruined my career, Cai. You are the reason my medical license was revoked. Do you really think I should be happy to see you waltz in here like this?"

Cai leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the edge of the desk, his expression one of mild amusement. "Your license wasn’t revoked because of me, Professor," he replied, his voice silky but laced with venom. "It was revoked because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Abusing your power over underage girls? Not exactly behavior worthy of a teaching accolade."

The professor stiffened as though Cai had struck him across the face. His lips curled back in a snarl, and his trembling hand shot out to point an accusatory finger at the younger man. "I was doing no such thing!" he spat, his voice cracking with the force of his denial. "There was no proof. None! Just one student lying through her teeth, and the university—those cowards—too afraid of you to investigate the truth. So, they pinned everything on me!" His finger jabbed the air between them. "Do you really think I should be welcoming you here? Do you think I’d want to see your face ever again?"

Cai leaned back in his chair, unperturbed by the outburst. He tilted his head, his sharp gaze never leaving the professor’s face. "So," Cai began, his tone calm, "you expect me to believe that it was all a misunderstanding? That you were the victim in this whole mess?" He chuckled darkly. "Tell me, Professor, does a victim bribe officials to bury complaints? Does a victim pay off witnesses to keep their mouths shut? Or threaten them to fail the subject if they didn’t comply."

"But I can see how this would bother you, if you were innocent. I understand now. That is why I am here. At that time, the public opinion was not in your favour and you had to lose a lot. And now, unexpectedly, I am in a similar position. The public opinion is against me. Much like you, I am being accused of abusing and misusing my power. It is why I am here, you know. To tell you, how I understand what you went through. How difficult and humiliating it must have been to let go everything you built, only for it to come crashing down because of someone else."