It was spring night. It suddenly started pouring rain outside, and the downpour was heavy. Tegan was comforting Gwen in the living room. Lorian was dressed in a black shirt. He stood on the terrace smoking while looking at an SUV parked at the villa’s gate.

After a while, a man got out of the car. From his stature, it seemed to be Oakley.

Oakley stood in the torrential rain for about ten minutes. Suddenly, he wiped his face and took out his phone from his pocket to answer a call.

Lorian watched quietly.

He saw Oakley hang up the phone and stand in the rain for only a minute or two before getting back into the car and leaving. Lorian thought that Oakley must have had something urgent that forced him to leave.

Oakley was yet another professor. Lorian couldn’t help but think of Dustin, the man who admired Tegan.

Lorian held the cigarette with his distinctly knuckled fingers and took slow drags. His handsome face showed no emotion. Only when the SUV was out of sight did he turn to lo