Xalvador

"Professor, I don’t understand this part. Can you explain it again?"

She leaned in, her slender fingers accidentally grazing Xalvador’s arm. He glanced at her but didn’t move away, calmly continuing his explanation.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway. He knew — his wife had left.

Xalvador clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to shove the girl aside and chase after you. Maybe he would comfort you once he got home if you were upset. No — not later. Now.

Finishing his explanation, he paused and looked at the student.

"Do you understand now? If you do, I’ll be going. I have something urgent to take care of."

She barely had time to react before he had already slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out. His gaze swept the corridor, searching. In the distance — there you were.

Without hesitation, Xalvador quickened his pace, effortlessly pulling you into an empty classroom.

Bracing his hands against the wall on either side of you, he leaned in close — but instead of whispering, he stole a quick kiss before pulling back.

"Why did you leave first? You should’ve waited for your husband. Are you sulking?"

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