NovelEnglishWith that, Robert led the way with his skateboard.
The teacher stepped out of the pavilion, limping.
"You are a cripple?" The bodyguard was a straightforward man and questioned curiously.
The teacher had never seen anyone so insensitive and was utterly shocked. However, since he was the bodyguard of the Foster
family, she dared not lose her temper.
"I just twisted my ankle. I'm not a cripple."
"How professional. You are still working even though you twisted your ankle," the bodyguard exclaimed.
She was not sure if she wanted to burst out crying or laughing. "You've misunderstood. | twisted my ankle on my way here this
morning.”
"Oh..." Once he had learned what had happened, he grabbed the teacher's arm and threw it across his shoulder so that her weight
was mostly on him.
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She panicked and gaped. Her jaw dropped, but no words cout. Walking felt slightly uncomfortable after she had twisted her
ankle, but she had expected the bodyguard would at least ask before actually touching her.
"Doesn't he know that a gentleman shouldn't touch a lady?" she thought.
"Why are you staring atlike that? | thought you were a teacher. Don't you have any manners?" He glared at her. "The last
person who stared atlike that ended up a cripple.”
Her blood ran cold and she shivered as she turned away. "I- | can walk on my own... You don't need to help me..." She could not
stand the rough, brooding presence of the bodyguard.
Seeing that she did not appreciate his kindness, he released her immediately.
Robert took off on his skateboard and turned his head around to look at them in the distance. "Hurry up! Why are you so slow?" He
pouted and urged as he desperately wanted to go ahead and check if his sister was awake.
The bodyguard heard him and, without a moment of hesitation, lifted the teacher up and marched forward.
The teacher froze, not daring to move at all. Though it was an awkward position that she was in, being carried was indeed far
easier than walking herself.
They arrived at Elliot's mansion >h.=SMT< the bodyguard immediately set the teacher down.
"Can't you mention that you twisted your ankle to Robert on the phone just now?" The bodyguard was sweating profusely as he
complained.
The teacher blushed. "Was | supposed to demand that you pickup with a car?
How embarrassing would that be."
"And it's not embarrassing to be carried all the way here?"
"I didn't ask you to. | could have walked on my own."
"But you were about as slow as a turtle," the bodyguard retorted. "The sun is shining blight. It's fine byif you get a bit of the
sun, but what if our little master gets a tan?"
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Mrs. Cooper cover with a glass of water and gave it to the teacher.
"George, you ought to be more polite when you talk to a teacher. You seem pretty young. Miss, must have recently graduated,
right?" Mrs. Cooper gestured for the teacher to take a seat.
"Yes. | studied overseas and have just graduated and returned hearlier this year." The teacher accepted the glass and took a
sip. "l didn’t expect this area to be so big. I've been wandering around for half an hour and | still couldn’t find my way."
"You might not be familiar with Aryadelle since you've been away. This area is, indeed, quite big and it would be a hassle to
navigate your way here without a car." "I see. Is Layla still asleep?" the teacher asked.
"Letgo up and check."
Mrs. Cooper went upstairs to Layla's room and woke her up. "Layla, your class teacher is here for a visit. | think she’s a new
teacher."
Layla rubbed her eyes. "What visit? No one toldabout it."
"The new teacher says that she couldn't get in touch with your dad. He has probably turned his phone off. Why don’t you head
downstairs first?"
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