CHAPTER 396

The moment someone touched her thigh, Phoebe felt a wave of panic and quickly moved to the side.

"Hmm?" Jovan's voice deepened with irritation as he spoke, clearly displeased by her reaction.

"Phoebe, do you dislike teachers? Do you still need a mentor to guide your graduation thesis?"

Phoebe froze at his words, her heart racing with fear. She remained silent, her mind swirling with confusion. On one hand, she knew the man in front of her was her professor, someone crucial to her future. Her thesis, her degree, everything hinged on his approval. But on the other hand, she was acutely aware that this was wrong. This was harassment, and she should speak up, say "no" loudly and firmly.

But what could she do? Resist?