The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2003

“You...!” Yvonne glared at him, her eyes glistening with tears of embarrassment.

Drew smirked mischievously, tapping his lips with his fingertip. Suddenly, his expression hardened as he turned his head abruptly.

The front and back doors of the classroom were filled with children, their little heads stacked against one another as they eagerly watched the adults. It was amusing, but since they could not speak, they could only observe silently.

“You pervert!” Yvonne’s face turned crimson, and she pushed him away forcefully, quickly slipping past him and shooing the children back into the classroom.

Her exclamation sounded more like playful banter to Drew, who found it rather delightful. His smile broadened.

After calming the children, Yvonne returned to the podium. To her dismay, Drew had shamelessly dragged a chair to the back of the classroom and was sitting there, arms folded on the desk, blinking his bright eyes at her like an obedient student.

Yvonne’s heart raced under his gaze. She took a deep breath, regained her composure, and finished her lesson.

After class, the children happily left with the little gifts Yvonne had given them. Drew, however, remained seated, resting his chin on his hand and smiling at her.

Yvonne pressed her lips together, holding back her irritation, as she walked over to him. Before she could say anything, Drew extended his long hand with his palm open and looked at her expectantly. “Ms. Smith, where’s mine?”

“You don’t get one.” Yvonne’s long eyelashes fluttered.

“Really? Ms. Smith, that’s not fair.” Drew's face fell, looking almost comically disappointed.

Yvonne’s heart pounded as she bit her lip and slowly pulled a small plush rabbit keychain from her pocket. “You got lucky... This is the last one.”

Drew looked at the little rabbit and then at her. Somehow, he thought that they looked alike.

When he did not take it, Yvonne hesitated, feeling embarrassed. “Well, I guess Young Master Drew has seen better things. Why would you care about this…”