Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149

Chapter 149

Violet

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I slowly swept my gaze across the room, letting my eyes linger on them. Their faces were pale and rigid, some frozen in shock, others stiff with anger at my sudden appearance.

I ignored them all, as if they were nothing more than background noise. After all, I hadn’t come here for them. I didn’t care what they thought, didn’t care what verdict they had already passed in their narrow minds.

People like them would never believe me. In their eyes, I was just a scholarship student, poor, disposable, easy to sacrifice for the school’s reputation. Someone to erase quietly, like a stain on a white board. So I wasn’t here to defend myself. You don’t argue with people who decided to hate you before you even opened your mouth.

My eyes drifted to the back of the room. Nora stood there, half-hidden behind a line of professors, her face flushed red and her body trembling like she was barely holding herself together. Her hands were clenched so tightly at her sides I could see her knuckles turning white. When our eyes met, something ugly flickered across her face

A slow smirk curved my lips.

There you are. The only reason I bothered showing up at all.

A professor cleared his throat loudly. “You-”

I didn’t even glance in his direction. I walked past him as if he didn’t exist, my heels clicking softly against the floor. I reached the chair, and sat down, meeting their eyes with a calm, unbothered gaze.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked calmly. “Why are you all standing? Don’t tell me you decided to end the meeting without waiting for me. Or was this meeting never necessary in the first place?”

I tilted my head slightly. “You’ve already made up your minds based on what you read online. That’s disappointing. As professors, I thought you’d know better.”

They all froze at my words, several of them bristling, clearly unable to believe I’d spoken to them that way. One professor stepped forward, anger flashing across his face.

“How dare you,” he snapped. “Who do you think you are? You arrive late and now you speak as if you know anything. Are you-”

“S-stop.” Another professor grabbed his arm, voice tight.

The first man halted and turned sharply. “Stop?”

“Don’t make a scene.” The second professor swallowed hard, his eyes flicking to the side. I didn’t even have to turn to know exactly who he was looking at.

The first professor’s face drained of color when he followed that gaze, his confidence vanishing in an instant. He took a step back, his jaw snapping shut as if someone had flipped a switch.

I looked at Roman, and my eyes softened despite myself.

He was different from the rest of them. From the very first day in his class, he never looked at me like I was something disposable, never treated me like a scholarship student who should be grateful just to exist in his presence. He judged people by their work, not by rumors or backgrounds.

I knew, without a doubt, that he wasn’t the kind of man who would believe trash written on the internet. Still, I hadn’t expected to see him here. Roman hated pointless meetings. He valued his time too much for that. And yet, here he was.

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And judging by the way the room acted, everyone already knew who he really was.

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The Sinclair family was notoriously private. Even when I was Matthew’s girlfriend, I barely knew anything about them. Only a handful of people knew the truth about his identity as the second heir of the Sinclair family. I found out because I had overheard Matthew speaking to him once, calling him uncle. When I asked later, Matthew confirmed that Roman was indeed the second son of the Sinclair family.

After what happened at the cafe, I didn’t see Roman. I didn’t attend his class yesterday, not because I was avoiding him on purpose, but because I didn’t know how to face him after he told me he loved me. Everything had become so complicated. And to make matters worse, the man who wanted me and the man I was married to were brothers. So the best decision was to avoid him for now.

Still, despite all of that, he came here to defend me, fully aware that once he did, everyone would know exactly who he was.

Roman met my eyes, as if he could read everything thought crossing my mind, and smoothly redirected the room before I could speak.

“Yes, Violet,” he said calmly. “The meeting has ended. You don’t need to defend yourself. The truth has already been verified. Everything circulating online was a rumor.” His gaze flicked briefly toward the professors. “Isn’t that right?”

One of the professors cleared his throat and nodded quickly. “Y-yes. Yes, you’re right, sir. It was just a rumour.”

Another followed just as fast, his earlier aggression completely gone. “It was a misunderstanding. Don’t worry. We’ll make sure the posts are taken down immediately. The school will handle it properly. This won’t affect your academic standing.”

I watched as more professors began to agree. One after another, they nodded and echoed the same sentiment, that this was clearly a misunderstanding, that someone like me wouldn’t do something so disgraceful, that they should have been more cautious before jumping to conclusions.

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