My Tutor Is a Snake

9

Haward still didn't show up the next day.

He sent me a message, saying that he was not feeling well and could not give me lessons. He asked me to study by myself and assigned me exercises.

Of course, I wouldn't listen to him. I put down my phone and started watching a TV drama.

Haward didn't come down for lunch. When I was gulping down my food, my dad put me on a video call. He told me with a smile that many companies were interested in our products, and he had to stay there for a few more days.

"Irene, where is Mr. Gilbert? How have you been these days?"

Haward? He had been in his room for almost an entire day.

I was a little confused. I've never seen him come down since he said that he was not feeling well. Is he really not hungry?

Maybe he would sneak down at night to grab something to eat from the fridge while we were asleep. I was amused when I pictured the scene in my mind.

For some reason, I couldn't help thinking of him.