Chapter 61

Sophie’s pov ; When Sir asked about the leaves, I froze. "Sir, what did you say?" I tilted my head, trying to act nonchalant. His sharp gaze landed on me. "Why are there a bunch of broken leaves in your pocket?" My face instantly burned, and I scratched my cheek nervously. “That, that was…I tore them up for fun,” I stammered, avoiding his eyes. Sir frowned, looking down at the handful of crushed leaves in his hand. His expression was unreadable, but the judgment in his eyes was clear. ‘While attending class, you can also play with leaves. Is she a college student or an elementary school student?’ I could practically hear his thoughts. “Focus on the class and don’t do anything else,” he said curtly before pouring out all the leaves and tossing them in the trash. I nodded, murmuring a shy, “Hmm.” If Sir ever knew why I was messing with leaves—to see if they could somehow reveal his thoughts about me—I’d die of embarrassment. Why am I like this? Why do I care so much about what Sir thinks