"You're wrong about that. If it weren't for Professor Dickson arguing with those people and building relationships, where would the funding for our laboratory come from?"
Reese smiled and ruffled Marion's head, then said to Gregory, "We have a socialite here. Angeline, just go have fun at this conference and leave everything to Gregory!"
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of Angie!" Gregory assured.
At 7:30 pm, it started drizzling in Cloudsville.
Wrapped in a woolen coat, Angeline stood on the steps in front of the laboratory building, looking up at the rain.
She was about to jog back to the dormitory to get an umbrella when a black sedan stopped in front of the building.
Sean, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, got out of the car with an umbrella and walked up the stairs.
"Let's go," he said.
Even standing a step below her with the umbrella in his hand, Sean, with his height of about six feet two inches, was still taller than her.
She adjusted the bag on her shoulder and looked down at the steps, saying, "Thank you!"
"Be careful," he alerted before naturally putting his arm around her shoulder and sheltering her under the umbrella as they descended the steps.
Angeline glanced uneasily at the arm around her, noticing the strong hand wearing a brown leather wristwatch. It was different from Ned's youthful, pure, and delicate temperament. Sean was masculine and strong.
The familiar yet foreign male scent enveloped her, and she instinctively tightened her grip on her bag until they got into the car. Only then did her pounding heart settle down.
"Have some," Sean said as he opened a thermos and handed it to her. "It's just the right temperature."
She took a sip and found the chamomile tea inside very refreshing.
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