Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Chapter 1103 In Her Debt

“That’s why I say,” said Arielle as she pushed the bowl of soup in front of Terry, “nourish yourself and get back to Donovan’s class. Although not that spectacular, he still made it through the early admissions process. He ought to be someone who’s well suited to guide the students in this respect.”

Terry silently sat down in a slump. At Arielle’s insistence, he had no choice but to return to receive Donovan’s tutelage.

After his departure, Arielle received an unexpected call from Selena.

Could it be that there are leads on that man in the photograph?

Arielle shot up to her feet. With a solemn look about her, she walked toward the outside of the cafeteria to answer.

Jared regarded Arielle from the rear and could not refrain from his impetus to air his concerns with Trisha. “I keep having the feeling that Boss is here with reasons beyond wanting to keep us company through the examinations. I wonder if she’s in some sort of trouble, seeing how serious she looked…”

ambivalent toward the various hypotheses Jared rattled off the tip of his

his neck over to check on Trisha, only to discover that she had fallen asleep with the spoon

asleep even

his own gaze invariably drawn to Trisha’s face, which he went on to study

slim, and doe-like aesthetics that were highly sought after, Trisha’s features are honestly quite delightful. Delicate, exquisite, and adorned by those long, luscious lashes… It’s not difficult to foresee that she could become a real beauty with a little help on the weight management front. Besides, she is in fairly decent shape at

are you looking at?” Arielle’s voice

sheepishly rescinded his own gaze. Clearing his throat, he tried to play

said Arielle

on Jared’s face, and he scratched his head

It isn’t entirely on her because ever since she got hurt, I have been putting her on some medication: a herb with a sedative quality. It’s pretty impressive that she’s been able to stave off her drowsiness till now, but I have to trouble you

Jared’s brows knitted. “Who

a single room to facilitate my