Chapter 18

Evan quickly thought of a reason, “Ah ... Mrs. Lindsay?” “She is good in everything, but sometimes she is too strict with us. I am actually afraid to ask her questions, because she is not as patient as you, Mrs. Jennifer.”

Jennifer chuckled and said, “That’s because you are not a student in our class. I have no responsibility for you. If you were in our class, do you think I would be patient with you? But you can come to me if you want, but it’s best not to let Mrs. Lindsay know.”

Seeing that Jennifer agreed, Evan was overjoyed. He finally took the first step to get close to Jennifer, and he knew that he could now go to her openly, without having to worry about Lindsay finding out.

It was a calculated move on Jennifer’s part when she agreed to let Evan come to see her. Her motivations were twofold. Firstly, she genuinely believed that Evan possessed a remarkable talent, and his passion for learning was something she wanted to nurture, regardless of whether he was her student or not.

Secondly, she hoped to divert Evan’s attention away from Lindsay, a friend she cherished, whom she had observed was the object of Evan’s affections.

These observations had led her to believe that Evan’s thoughts about Lindsay were perhaps more intimate than they should be.

As someone who valued Lindsay’s well-being, Jennifer wanted to discreetly address the situation before it escalated into a scandal.

However, unbeknownst to Jennifer, Lindsay and Evan had already begun secretly meeting in the evenings, and Evan’s sights were now set on her.

Jennifer’s actions inadvertently made it easier for Evan to approach her, a move that could be seen as self-defeating.

As the shoes were repaired, Jennifer handed the master two dollars, a token of appreciation for his work. The master, with a knowing smile, cautioned her that the shoes were still fragile and needed some time to dry the glue.

He offered her a discount of fifty cents for any future repairs, a gesture that Evan found amusing, given the master’s lingering gaze at Jennifer’s thighs.

Evan’s thoughts were a mix of amusement and annoyance, wondering why the master couldn’t see that he had already given him a generous opportunity to admire Jennifer’s figure.

Upon hearing the master’s words, Jennifer hesitated, weighing her options. Although her home was just a short distance away, she was worried about the heel of her shoe falling off again on the way.

However, she couldn’t afford to wait for several hours.

Evan, quick to offer assistance, suggested that Jennifer should go with him on the bike, citing the risk of her heel falling off again.

His words were laced with a hint of reassurance, and Jennifer, without much thought, accepted his offer.

As she sat behind Evan, her arms wrapped around his waist, and her plump, soft body pressed against his back, they presented a picture of a young couple returning home from work. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, and Evan couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement.

As they navigated the bumpy road, Jennifer’s buttocks ached from the rough terrain, but Evan reveled in the sensation.

He enjoyed the gentle pressure of Jennifer’s big breasts against his back and wished that the road ahead would be just as challenging.

With a surge of strength, Evan rode up a slope, and they finally arrived at Jennifer’s alley.

The darkness of the alley was oppressive, with no streetlights to illuminate the way.

Evan’s frown deepened as he wondered what dangers might lurk in the shadows.

Jennifer, too, was helpless, and every time she returned home to see the dark entrance to the alley, she felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Why is there no light?” Evan asked, his voice laced with concern.

“There used to be a lamp, but it was smashed by some kid, and no one has repaired it since,” Jennifer replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Evan’s expression turned determined. “Mrs. Jennifer, let me take you in,” he said, his voice firm. With Jennifer sitting on the bike, Evan carefully guided the it to the door of her house, his eyes scanning the darkness of the alley for any signs of danger.

It was a warm summer evening, and the moon cast an ethereal glow over the quiet neighborhood.

Jennifer stepped down and gazed at Evan, who stood before her, his chest heaving with exertion in the moonlight.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked on his sweaty form, before speaking in a gentle tone, “You look so flushed. Why don’t you come in and rest for a while before leaving?” The words slipped from her lips, a genuine concern etched on her face.

As she stood there, memories of her husband’s recent departure on a business trip flooded her mind. Jennifer was now alone in the house, a feeling that had become all too familiar.