One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 126 Audrey

1 jerked my head up, and there he was.

"Edwin," I breathed, suddenly cringing at how desperate I sounded. I cleared my throat, taking in the sight of his stubbled face now that he had removed the blue surgical mask covering it In the dim amber glow of the streetlights, he looked even more handsome in his casual black jacket and trousers, a pair of worn leather boots clicking on the cobblestones.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, gesturing to the pastry and wine.

I shook my head, offering him the bottle. "Be my guest."

Edwin joined me on the wall, our legs dangling over the edge. Our knees brushed as he settled, and I felt a jolt run through me. It took all of the willpower I had not to let it show,

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, passing the wine back and forth and sharing bites of the eclair. But it was hard to chew with him so close after all this time. It had been two months since our kiss in the utility closet, two months of not seeing him or hearing his voice.

Was he as anxious as I was, I wondered? I doubted it.

Finally, Edwin was the first to speak. "Your look tonight was my favorite, you know. Clearly the best out of all the others." Helt my cheeks flush, the warmth spreading down my neck as I looked away. "You're

just saying that because of our history." But Edwin shook his head, his expression serious. "No, I'm being honest, Audrey. You know I wouldn't lie just to make you feel good."

I stared down at my feet, suddenly feeling bashful. He was right, despite everything, he wouldn't sugarcoat his words. That was what I liked so much about him.

"Thank you," I said softly, then added, "And thank you for the hotel room, by the way. It's... beautiful. And too expensive and vast for a single girl like me, I wanted to say. You should keep me company tonight. It would be a waste otherwise.

But I didn't

"Ah, it's nothing." Edwin waved his hand dismissively. "It's my usual room when 1 come to Paris."

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "So you come here often?" I hoped like hell he had never shared that room with Fiona. Or anyone else, for that matter.

Edwin chuckled, his eyes tw**ng in the moonlight. "Actually, come to Paris Fashion Week every year. Just incognito, like tonight."

I felt a pang of guilt at that. "Oh. I'm sorry for taking your favorite room from you."

the wine bottle back to me. As I took it, our fingers brushed, and I thought I might pass out and fall off the wall and into the river below. "I

the smallest smile to my lips, and we lapsed into another silence as I took a swig of wine. But then a thought occurred to me, and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "Is Fiona in Paris

darkened, his jaw clenching. "I'd rather not

I said, my voice coming out stronger than I

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slightly, clearly realizing I was right. He sighed deeply before answering. "No, she's not with me. T wouldn't

answer, I stood up, brushing off my trousers. "Want to walk

eyes searching

gentle hum around us, Edwin

trips if we had the money, but she passed away before she had the chance. The second family... they didn't care for me at all. Just wanted the tax benefits that come along with adopting a

face fell, his brow furrowing. "I'm sorry to hear that. A child should at least get to enjoy

to shift the focus off of myself, "Did you

nodded. "My family went all over the world," he

"That sounds fun."

retorted. "It was always for my father's business. My siblings and I were sort of left

moment, recalling the days I had mistakenly thought he had a girlfriend when it was just his sister. Little did know he was

"But not all was lost. My sister

"Oh really? Like what?"

though trying not to laugh. "We got caught sneaking onto rooftops and were taken back to our rental by the police. My parents were livid." I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "You? Getting dragged

said with a wink.

hairs."

a man playing the violin, and Edwin tossed a few bills into the man's hat before we moved on "What's your favorite place in Paris?" I found

"Why do you ask?"

this all feels a bit.." I waved my hand at the street performers, the

me to show you a better time?" he asked, turning to face

ruffled at his back as he said those words, gently blowing that all-too-familiar cologne into my face. It was all I could do to nod without crumpling into a panting, desperate heap in front of