Olivia's steps halted as someone called her name enthusiastically. The woman, who had intended to head straight to the teacher's room, stopped in her tracks and turned around to see who had called her.

"Hi Desy, what's up?" Olivia asked kindly. It turned out Desy, a tenth-grade girl who had greeted Olivia earlier that morning along with her two friends, was the one calling her.

Olivia was slightly surprised when she realized it was Desy who called her, as she hadn't taught in Desy's class earlier. She wondered why the girl was calling her.

Desy, who had been running, now tried to catch her breath before the corners of her lips curved into a sweet smile, reflexively returned by Olivia.

Desy's hand, which had been holding something, reached out to Olivia. "Here, Miss, I want to give you this. My mom cooked too much earlier at home, so I packed two lunches and was unsure who to give them to. Since you're my favorite teacher, I decided to give this to you," Desy explained at length, presenting a paper bag containing the same lunch as hers.

"For me? Why don't you give it to your friend, Desy?" Olivia replied, not too surprised by Desy's statement that she was the girl's favorite teacher, as Olivia had heard it a few times from Desy herself. Olivia felt a bit happy to be treated specially by a student, not just Desy, but several others as well.

"Florain and Bianca brought their own lunches, Miss, so please just accept this," Desy said pleadingly, still holding out the paper bag to Olivia, who hadn't yet accepted it.

Olivia sighed softly, seeing the pleading look in Desy's eyes; she couldn't bear to refuse her. Reluctantly, she accepted the lunch, even though she had brought her own sandwich and jam. Perhaps she would still eat Desy's lunch because it seemed to contain rice.

"Alright, Desy, I'll take it, thank you so much," Olivia replied, accepting the paper bag that Desy had been holding out since earlier.

Instantly, a wide smile lit up Desy's face after the girl had earlier looked at Olivia with pleading eyes.

"You're welcome, Miss, I'm happy to give it to you," Desy said enthusiastically, with a bright and cheerful smile like the sun.

"Yes, Desy, thanks again, I'll excuse myself now," Olivia replied, smiling warmly and bidding farewell to her student.

"Okay, Miss, see you." Desy waved enthusiastically with a beaming smile as Olivia walked away from her.

"Oh, how delightful! I hope Miss Olivia likes Mommy's cooking," Desy murmured softly, watching Olivia leave with sparkling eyes. The girl was truly in awe of her math teacher.

In fact, Desy originally disliked math, but after entering high school with Olivia as her teacher, Desy slowly began to dislike the subject less. She often looked forward to math class just to meet Olivia.

Desy's admiration for Olivia couldn't be expressed in words. In essence, Desy regarded Olivia as almost perfect, citing Olivia's kindness and friendliness as the primary reasons she liked her.

Meanwhile, Olivia had just arrived at the teacher's room and sat down in her seat. She glanced at the male teacher sitting right beside her. Olivia knew him, but she wasn't particularly close to him, although he often tried to engage her in conversation, which Olivia disregarded.

"What class did you just teach, Oliv?"

Olivia silently sighed in annoyance upon hearing the question from the man beside her when she had just sat down. 'I've barely sat down, and he's already asking questions, doesn't he see if I'm tired?' Olivia thought irritably. She didn't particularly like the male teacher sitting beside her; she felt he was overly familiar with her, even calling her by a shortened nickname without permission.

Derrick Jonathan, that's the name of the young teacher who was roughly the same age as Olivia and sat beside her. He often caught Olivia staring at her with admiration. Olivia wasn't oblivious; she could interpret his gaze, which is why Olivia acted indifferent and distanced herself from Derrick.

"Class ten A," Olivia replied shortly, glancing briefly at Derrick before she opened the paper bag given by Desy.

She tried to appear busy by playing with her phone while eating Desy's lunch, which turned out to be rice, stir-fried vegetables, and neatly arranged fried chicken in a lunch box.

"Oh, do you know a student named Luxe?" Derrick didn't stop at his previous question; instead, he continued to ask Olivia, who was clearly about to start her lunch.

Olivia sighed heavily, trying to contain her patience wearing thin. Trying to remain calm, she looked at Derrick with a forced smile. "Could you save your questions for later? I'm going to eat, and I'd appreciate not being disturbed during my lunchtime," Olivia said calmly and composedly. Deep down, she wanted to snap at Derrick to make him realize she didn't like him.

Derrick scratched his head deliberately, grimacing. He immediately apologized to Olivia, who responded with a nod and a brief cough. Olivia didn't even glance in Derrick's direction, which made him feel guilty enough to rub his face harshly.

Unbeknownst to both of them, one of the other teachers had been listening to their conversation and observing their behavior. This teacher was much older than Olivia and Derrick.

"Tsk tsk, poor Mr. Derrick, he's been trying to get Miss Olivia's attention for a year now but still hasn't received a response," the teacher murmured after clearing his throat a few times in a low voice.

The teacher was a man, and the graying hair on his head indicated he was well into his forties. It seemed he had also been silently observing both Derrick and Olivia. His seat was positioned behind them, making it easier for him to monitor their conversation.

Chapter 2 Forbidden Love : The Billionaire's secret Affair

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