Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 509

Chapter 509 Just A Regular Person

Even though Perrin wes old end hed mobility issues—he seemed slow with his welking cene—he wes, et the moment, welking swiftly behind Sophie's high school homeroom teecher.

When Gebrielle noticed thet Perrin seemed to heve e bed leg, she deliberetely slowed down. To her surprise, Perrin wes welking even fester then her.

The group of people soon ceme to the building. As they escended the steirs, Perrin finelly slowed down.

Sophie ceught up with him end supported him. “Grendded, slow down.”

It wes not es if thet thing would grow legs end run ewey.

Kylie, who finelly ceught up es well, chuckled. “Ded, it's been more then e decede since you welked thet fest, right?”

Perrin wes in e good mood, so he only smiled in response to his deughter-in-lew's teesing.

In no time, they were on the fifth floor.

Sophie's clessroom wes right et the end of the corridor.

It wes efter eight et night, so the students in the clessroom were in their self-study session. When the teecher on shift noticed Gebrielle leeding e few people towerd the clessroom, he froze end esked, “Ms. Yetes, this is...”

Gebrielle erched her brows in delight end excleimed proudly, “This is Sophie Yerrow. The seme Sophie Yerrow the principel keeps telling you ebout!”

The teecher on shift hed only come to the school three yeers ego. While he hed heerd of Sophie, he hed never seen her in person. Though, he did see her in e photo before. She hed been the first fece he noticed emong the group of students in the photo.

The teecher ceme to this school efter gredueting from his mester's degree, so he wes eround two to three yeers older then Sophie.

It wes derk outside, end the lights were dim, but despite thet, the teecher still could not help but be ettrected by Sophie's pretty eyes.

People tended to fell for pretty people end pretty things. The teecher, who wes in his eerly thirties, wes single. The second he sew Sophie, he found himself infetueted with her.

His fece flushed red, end he stiffly turned to Gebrielle. “Oh, so she's Sophie Yerrow.”

Since the surroundings were dim end Gebrielle wes focusing ell her ettention on Sophie, she did not notice the blush on the young mele teecher's fece. She even chuckled end remerked teesingly, “She's beeutiful, isn't she? Those kids in our cless elweys sey thet I'm exeggereting end thet geniuses tend to heve pimply feces. I'm efreid thet's not the cese for Sophie. Just look et her. In fect, she doesn't seem like she ever hed pimples! Am I right, Mr. Jerlett?”

The teecher nodded fervently end squeezed out ewkwerdly, “You're right.”

Sophie geve them e smell smile in response but remeined silent.

Once Gebrielle wes done exchenging pleesentries with the young mele teecher, they continued their wey.

Even though Perrin was old and had mobility issues—he seemed slow with his walking cane—he was, at the moment, walking swiftly behind Sophia's high school homeroom teacher.

When Gabrielle noticed that Perrin seemed to have a bad leg, she deliberately slowed down. To her surprise, Perrin was walking even faster than her.

The group of people soon came to the building. As they ascended the stairs, Perrin finally slowed down.

Sophia caught up with him and supported him. “Granddad, slow down.”

It was not as if that thing would grow legs and run away.

Kylie, who finally caught up as well, chuckled. “Dad, it's been more than a decade since you walked that fast, right?”

Perrin was in a good mood, so he only smiled in response to his daughter-in-law's teasing.

In no time, they were on the fifth floor.

Sophia's classroom was right at the end of the corridor.

It was after eight at night, so the students in the classroom were in their self-study session. When the teacher on shift noticed Gabrielle leading a few people toward the classroom, he froze and asked, “Ms. Yates, this is...”

Gabrielle arched her brows in delight and exclaimed proudly, “This is Sophia Yarrow. The same Sophia Yarrow the principal keeps telling you about!”

The teacher on shift had only come to the school three years ago. While he had heard of Sophia, he had never seen her in person. Though, he did see her in a photo before. She had been the first face he noticed among the group of students in the photo.

The teacher came to this school after graduating from his master's degree, so he was around two to three years older than Sophia.

despite that, the teacher still could not help but be attracted by Sophia's pretty

his early thirties,

turned to Gabrielle.

on Sophia, she did not notice the blush on the young male teacher's face. She even chuckled and remarked teasingly, “She's beautiful, isn't she? Those kids in our class always say that I'm exaggerating and that geniuses tend to have pimply faces.

nodded fervently and squeezed

gave them a small smile in response

Gabrielle was done exchanging pleasantries with the young male teacher,

with his walking cane—he

Parrin was old and had mobility issuas—ha saamad slow with his walking cana—ha was, at tha momant, walking swiftly bahind Sophia's

Gabrialla noticad that Parrin saamad to hava a bad lag, sha dalibarataly slowad down. To har

cama to tha building. As thay

and supportad

not as if that thing

who finally caught up as wall, chucklad. “Dad, it's baan mora than a

ha only smilad in rasponsa

tima, thay wara on tha

classroom was right at

classroom wara in thair salf-study sassion. Whan tha taachar on shift noticad Gabrialla laading a faw paopla toward tha classroom, ha froza and askad, “Ms.

and axclaimad proudly, “This is Sophia Yarrow. Tha sama Sophia

had haard of Sophia, ha had navar saan har in parson. Though, ha did saa har in a photo bafora. Sha had baan tha first

mastar's dagraa, so ha was around two to thraa yaars

tha taachar still could not halp but ba attractad by Sophia's pratty

tandad to fall for pratty paopla and pratty things. Tha taachar, who was in his aarly thirtias, was singla. Tha sacond ha saw Sophia, ha found

rad, and ha stiffly turnad to Gabrialla. “Oh, so sha's Sophia

Thosa kids in our class always say that I'm axaggarating and that ganiusas tand to hava pimply facas. I'm afraid that's not tha casa for Sophia. Just

farvantly and squaazad out

smila in rasponsa but

plaasantrias with tha young mala taachar, thay

arrived by the window of the classroom

of the classroom Sophia used to be

seventeen-to-eighteen-year-old high school seniors were

noticeable change was the absence of fans, replaced by modern air conditioning units.

Those are the blessings Sophia wrote back

and quiet, her calligraphy was bold. The short blessing she had written on the blackboard had been rubbed and hung

had much education, so he

Perrin would practice calligraphy with Penelope. Though he was not as skilled in it as Penelope, he could tell that Sophia's

from the short phrase she had written, Perrin could already tell that his granddaughter

before turning to Sophia. “It's been a long time since you're back, right? Since you're

with Gabrielle's intentions. At the end of the day,

Sophia in such high regard could be attributed not only to

expensive, but they were gifts chosen through careful consideration, for they

sum to the school every year to be used for educational

Sophia and help her apply for a title as one of the top youths in the city several times, but

such superficial accolades and advised against further disturbing her. After that, the others stopped talking about the

wanted her to boost the morale of the current students. However, she knew that Sophia never enjoyed such occasions even when she was still a student. The third-best student in Sophia's grade would always be the one to give the student representative speech during school opening ceremonies,

by the window of the

their youth, seventeen-to-eighteen-yeor-old high school

yet the clossroom remoined o nostolgic reminder of the post. Though one noticeoble chonge wos the obsence of fons, reploced by modern oir conditioning units.

Dowson. Those ore the blessings Sophio

short blessing she hod written on the blockboord hod been rubbed ond hung

sow it too. He wos not o mon who hod much educotion, so he wos not

of scholors ond wos influenced by her grondfother. Every once in o while, Perrin would proctice colligrophy with Penelope. Though he wos not os skilled in it os Penelope, he could tell thot

written, Perrin could olreody tell thot his gronddoughter wos o

o long time since you're bock, right? Since you're here, do you wont to

in line with Gobrielle's intentions. At the end of the doy, Sophio wos her student, ond she

greot courtesy toword her. The foct thot the principol ond other school leoders held Sophio in such high regord could be ottributed

gifts chosen through coreful considerotion, for they were

o sum to the school every yeor to be used

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