Her Cancellation of the Engagement

Chapter 66 I'm Not Kind at All

Chapter 66 I'm Not Kind at All

In the homeroom office of Class 18, there was only one desk and one couch, just as Gianna requested for a simple setup.

At the moment, Gianna was busy at her desk, while Lloyd sat in a wheelchair looking at his phone (actually dealing with business matters), and Murray sat on the couch. The room was quiet and peaceful.

Professor Booth's team had already completed the tests for Class 18 in each subject and developed a study plan.

After confirming the study plan, Gianna began to schedule the timetable.

The learning tasks for the next month were heavy, and Gianna even filled up the evening self-study time with classes.

However, she did not schedule any PE classes for this week.

Lloyd had no objections to this.

After all, Class 18 already had plenty of leisure time, and now it was a tense studying moment.

After finishing the schedule and class matters, Gianna looked up and unexpectedly found that Lloyd and Murray were still there, feeling somewhat surprised.

"We were waiting for you." Upon hearing the voice, Lloyd returned his phone to his pocket after sending the last message. He wore a faint smile on his face and spoke softly.

"Waiting for me?" Today, she planned to go home for lunch.

The school meals were mostly bread, which she wasn't accustomed to eating.

In the morning, she had Laney make some noodles.

She and Lloyd didn't take the same route, so why was he waiting for her?

"Well, when I left in the morning, I called Ms. Nash and said I would come for lunch."

Lloyd pushed his wheelchair before Gianna and spoke before she could say anything, "I'm not freeloading. I paid for the living expenses. I eat at your place at times other than in the morning."

Gianna asked, "What about your grandfather and Taryn?"

Lloyd raised his head, a faint smile appearing on his lips as he spoke in an ambiguous tone, "I forgot to tell you that I paid for four people's meals... me, my grandfather, Taryn, and Murray."

Gianna thought to herself, "You've got some nerve!"

After tidying up the desk, Gianna turned around and noticed the pendant hanging around Lloyd's neck. It was the same as the one she had in her hand. The pendant should have been with her mother. It appeared even brighter and more radiant under the sunlight.

Gianna discreetly averted her gaze, glanced at Lloyd, and said, "Let's go."

As soon as they left the office, they saw someone standing at the entrance.

Seeing Gianna come out, the person immediately approached with a smile, saying, "Ms. Geller! I'm Diya Caldwell, the homeroom teacher of Class 1 in the senior year."

Diya had come over at half past eleven in the morning, but seeing Gianna busy, she didn't want to disturb her, so she waited at the entrance.

Little did she know, she waited for an hour.

She didn't expect Ms. Geller to be so dedicated, working for the students even after mealtime.

"Hello, Diya." Gianna greeted her and asked, "Is there something you need from me?"

"Well, I'd like to discuss whether I can sit in Professor Booth's class while he's teaching." Diya quickly explained, afraid of being misunderstood. "I don't mean anything else; it's just that the students want to listen to Professor Booth's lectures, but he only teaches Class 18. I want to listen, learn something different, and then teach it to the students."

Gianna looked at Diya and realized she had yet to encounter many teachers at Ranson High School who put the students first. But Diya was an exception.

She furrowed her brow, pondered for a moment, and said, "Alright, I'll call Professor Booth later and let him know."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Diya said excitedly, "Ms. Geller, you're beautiful and kind- hearted."

Gianna thought to herself, "Kind-hearted? You've got the wrong idea!"

"If nothing else, I'll take my leave now." Gianna was very hungry and wanted to eat something.

Just as Gianna was about to leave, Diya suddenly remembered something and quickly asked, "Ms. Geller, could you please tell Professor Booth to spare some time to teach other classes? Even just one or two lessons would be fine!"

"Professor Booth won't teach other classes in the next month, and our class has a heavy workload with every lesson fully scheduled." After silence, Gianna said, "After a month, when Class 18's studying improves, I will make arrangements."

"Okay!" Getting a definite answer, Diya happily left.

On returning to Fallingwater Community, Murray drove with Lloyd and Gianna in the backseat.

Gianna leaned against the car window, her gaze fixed on the scenery outside. She held her phone in her hand, seemingly waiting for a message.

Lloyd glanced at her and said, "Since you have a double degree doctorate, why don't you teach the students yourself?"

Gianna's thoughts were interrupted by his words. "I'm busy," she replied.

She wasn't superhuman! This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

She could teach multiple courses, but for one course alone, spanning from sophomore year to senior year, with a total of forty-five students, it required much time and effort.

She could hire the best teaching team to substitute for her, so why exhaust herself?

Besides, she had other things to do at Ranson High School.

"What was your mother like?" Lloyd suddenly changed the topic.

The sudden switch caught Gianna off guard. She paused momentarily, then stared at Lloyd with a cold expression as chilling as the frost in winter.

Lloyd looked into her cold eyes and maintained a faint smile. "I'm curious, what kind of person could cultivate you so well? I heard your grandmother didn't like your mother and considered her a countrywoman."

Gianna stared at him without speaking. Her delicate face remained icy.

"I also heard that the Geller family fell from grace, but your mother saved them and brought them into the wealthy circle of Rheinsville City with a perfume formula. I wonder if these rumors are true?" Lloyd tapped his slender fingers lightly on the edge of the car window.

His tone was slow as if recounting an ordinary matter.

In the front seat, Murray also observed Gianna's reaction through the rearview mirror.

Gianna looked at him for a long time, then suddenly leaned close to his ear, her smile radiant. "Have you ever heard that the more you know, the faster you die?"

Her face almost touched his, and he could feel her smiling, but that smile didn't reach her eyes. It even seemed eerie and terrifying.

Lloyd reached out and touched her head; his voice tinged with indulgence. "Don't worry. I won't harm you."

Perhaps because she had been eating a lot of strawberry cakes recently, he caught a faint scent of strawberry cream from her.

It smelled sweet and pleasant.

Gianna tilted her body slightly and placed one hand behind his neck, her smile becoming even brighter. "You don't have to worry, either. My mother is easy to talk to. She won't harm or offend anyone. She'll only come out of her grave at midnight to chat about life."

She held a small silver needle between her fingers, clasped behind his neck.

Lloyd: "..."

Inwardly, he thought, "She has such a mean mouth!"