Chapter 377

When Selene reached the apartment, she found Vincent waiting outside. Vincent was a model of gentleness—a university professor whose scholarly demeanor clung to him like well-worn parchment. He lifted the bag of groceries in his hand and beamed. "Are you done with your meetings?" Selene paused mid-step, gave a slight nod, and unlocked the door. Vincent followed her inside, naturally changing into indoor shoes at the entrance before handing her a pair, asking, "What do you want to eat?" Selene yawned and sprawled onto the couch in the living room. "Anything simple." Vincent took the apron hanging nearby and approached her. Bracing his hands on the back of the couch, he leaned over her reclined form and studied her face. Selene, on the other hand, kept her eyes closed but knew exactly what he was doing. "Professor Calloway," she muttered drowsily. "I've been terrified of teachers since childhood." He chuckled softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair away from her cheek.