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Babysitting My Professor's Son

Chapter 3 THREE

Word Count: 1506    |    Released on: 16/07/2026

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dinners. Being a professor doesn't mean you won't have time

sy right now. Once I've cleared up my schedule, I

ar, and the two years before that. I don't b

ods my mind as I fight to s

not the best years for me... and you kn

nderstand. We all do. At least let your fathe

ully, my voice dropping. "I cannot sen

him over. Or better still, I have a p

g. "I will bring Ace when I can. If you can't com

my hands and leaned back, pushing my head against the headre

tant knock ca

my voice barely ris

She carried a pair of thick documents. "Sir, the list is

briefly, the text blurring slightly before my eyes

t.... the requirement you need, an

, my eyes tracking t

ggested she was weighing the risk of speaking. "I have a cousin

ing up. My gaze pinned her to the sp

rained of col

did y

all back to the stack of documents before me. I turned a page, the crisp

.rig

o leave almo

nnect the number on the adve

mall nod and hurried out, the

. Johnson's "unavailability" was a headache for the entire department. The Vice Chancellor had been vague,

tting college students was a

ing to do a small revision of my lecture notes. The hall was m

nto the right side of my head. I kept my focus locked on the wor

high. I stood up and walked toward the front of the ha

a young woman sitting near the front. The look of sheer surprise on

ern henceforth," I said, trying to keep my voice calm,

eyes, filled with a mix of confusi

the back of the room. "I expect everyone to continue taking this course seriously. In fact, I will be significantly

looked across the room to ensure ev

he lady in the front, the one who looked a bit chubby, pr

y a vibration in my pocket. A text message from Ace's school. It was

. As I drove toward the edge of campus, my phone rang. A

omeone from the advert b

nd the Chairman of the school waiting

do you do?" he aske

e tension in the air. "Mr. Charles, care to expla

little situation that we felt should be brought to

h an intensity that mad

o straight to the point. Your son, Ace, has been d

owed. "How d

ough, he tends to push or unnecessarily cause harm to other children

o his. "Are you by any chance saying

ased on our observations, it seems he needs more... attention and care. Not jus

ns, Mr. Charles. I will do what I n

, looking visibly an

*****

houghts. I couldn't take him to his mother, never again, not after the disaster of last tim

and noticed the mis

ce before you hang up next time!" a vo

aid, my voice cutting t

could feel the sudden sp

e at 3:00 PM

uh... I called about t

calculation for

ow at 12:00 PM noon. Bring every form of

for a reason; if she couldn't even manage a simple app

rof. Johnson's "wrong affairs" investigation sat, and my heart stopped as I realized the girl in the photo was

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“She was hired to babysit his son. Falling in love with her professor was never part of the job. Desperate to save her dying mother, Livia accepts a babysitting job that leads her into the home of the university's most feared professor-a guarded single father whose only priority is his broken little boy. What begins as a professional arrangement soon turns into a love neither of them can deny. But some hearts come with a price. A vengeful ex-wife, dangerous secrets, and a scandal that could destroy both their futures force them to choose between love and everything they've worked for. Then one devastating betrayal tears them apart, leaving behind nothing but unanswered questions... And the truth they've been running from may be the only thing that can save them, or break them forever.”