This woman! Exasperated, he grabbed the paper, determined to prove himself.

After reviewing another of Bryce's tests, Raegan remarked with a slight smile, "Not bad."

Bryce, pleased, prepared to boast.

But then, a realization hit him, souring his mood.

Why was he seeking Raegan's approval?

His frustration grew. Once their study session ended, he casually requested, "Fetch me a book on literary history from the study."

"I'm your tutor, not a servant. My time here is up," Raegan refused.

Bryce, increasingly agitated, pleaded, "Just hand it over. I'll tackle two more assignments tomorrow."

“Really?”

"I keep my promises."

"Alright then."

Raegan acknowledged Bryce's intelligence but noted his weak foundation. More practice was necessary.

Willing to accommodate his eagerness to learn, she ascended to the second-floor study as Bryce suggested.

Entering Bryce's proclaimed study, Raegan didn't overthink and pushed open the door.

The room was pitch dark. Flicking on the light, she was greeted by a startling sight. A man slumped behind the desk, disheveled, with a woman crouching beside him.

As he sat, Hector's long legs were stretched, making him look very relaxed. Only one button of his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his firm and strong chest muscles.

Raegan was so stunned that she didn't react for a while.

The disheveled woman finally recovered from the surprise. She exclaimed, "Get out of here!"

It was only then that Raegan came back to her senses. When she figured out what was going on, her face flushed in embarrassment. She quickly apologized and walked out.

But before the door closed behind her, she heard Hector's voice.