NovelEnglishIrene felt as if she had been showered with gifts. She happily nodded! "Mr. Lucas, thank you! Thank you for lettinghave lessons with you!" "Do you like having lessons that much?" Lucas looked at her.
She flushed with delight. Her eyes sparkled once more.
"Yes!" said Irene. after giving the matter scareful thought, she said, "Actually, Mr. Lucas, I don't like going to lessons, but I want to go to college. Only by going to college can I find a better job. The only way I can support myself is if I were to get a good job." "Eat up." Lucas ended this heavy topic.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIrene immediately headed to the kitchen to grab sutensils.
"Mr. Lucas, you treatwell," said Irene after a few she got a few spoons of food into her. "Other than Grandma, no one has ever treatedthis well." Lucas was confused. "How am I treating you well?" "You are allowingto share your lessons, and you share your food with me. No one has ever invitedto eat with them," said Irene, listing out the actions that moved her. "Mr. Lucas, although you look fierce, you're a nice person. Many people look nice, but when they see me, they look disgusted. They would even callugly to my face. They look down on people with a defect in their appearance. They feel that people likeshould not leave the house to scare others. But, if I don't leave the house, how am I going to live?" Lucas heard what she said, and his heart sank a little.
"Study well. Make sure the people who used to look down on you will be impressed by you." "Mr. Lucas, this is what I think so, too, so really, thank you for lettingsit in on your lessons. Hiring a tutor outside is very expensive." In the afternoon, the tutor arrived at the South Block.
The tutor was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had black-rimmed glasses which made him look scholarly. Whoever saw him could immediately guess that he was a teacher.
"Hello, Sir." Irene politely bowed. "My nis Irene. Mr. Lucas asks that I accompany him during his lessons. Don't worry. I won't disturb you while tutoring Mr. Lucas," Irene said, politely and poured the teacher a glass of water. The teacher accepted the glass, drank swater, and asked, "Where is Mr. Lucas?" "He is having a nap." Irene looked at the time. It was almost half past three. "Sir, please wait for a while. I'll go get him." Irene immediately headed to Lucas' bedroom.
When she was by the door, she reached her hand out to knock on the door.
There was no response.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. The room was a little dark. The curtains blocked out the sun.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe room was filled with a scent unique to Lucas, reminding Irene that she was entering his territory.
Her heart was beating fast. She walked over to the huge bed.
Lucas was under the covers. His long slender body was curled up, unmoving beneath the covers. He clearly had not heard her approaching him.
"Mr. Lucas, wake up!" Irene stood by the side of the bed and yelled, "Mr. Lucas, the tutor is here. He is waiting for you in the living area. He said he wanted to talk to you." Lucas heard her voice. He reached his hands out to rub his brow. He said hoarsely, "You go have lessons!" "Mr. Lucas, get up quickly! He is your teacher." Irene looked at his sleepy face. To wake him up, she walked over to the window and pulled the curtains apart, letting the sunlight in. "The tutor wants to understand how your studies have been so that he can better tailor your lesson. This tutor is amazing. He can teach you. all subjects." "Go for the lesson. You can showyour notes after the lesson." "Mr. Lucas, this isn't acceptable! It's three-something in the afternoon already. You can't sleep anymore." Irene was a little anxious that he was not eager to go for his lessons, so she immediately grabbed his covers and pulled them off! S Lucas felt a light breeze caress his bare legs.
He felt another breeze, and his legs were covered once more.
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