Elijah took his sweet time finishing the massage for her, then gently wiped off the residual oil with a wet tissue.
Her cheeks were aflame, and she tried to pull away a few times, but he wouldn't let her. His fingers gently brushed her skin, sending a tingling sensation straight to her heart.
"You know tomorrow's flight might get canceled, right?" he finally let her go.
"Don't jinx it." All she wanted now was to go home.
He picked up the water basin to empty it in the bathroom. When he returned, her expression had taken a turn for the worse.
"Did they cancel the flight?" He guessed.
"Yup." She set her phone down and spoke with a melancholic tone, "There’s fruit and snacks in the bag. Go help yourself."
Although he was a bit peckish, seeing her like this killed his appetite. She picked up the kettle, planning to boil some water. He took the kettle from her, "You go lie down and rest. I got this."
She walked over to the bed, looking dazed. Her mind was filled with thoughts about Ian. Ian had hardly ever cried since he turned one, unlike most kids who would throw tantrums every now and then. She couldn't even picture Ian crying.
Ian chose to stay in the Talent Program because it wasn't as restrictive as regular classes. The curriculum was more advanced, and his classmates were all potential prodigies. Geniuses were different from average people in personality. They were more self-centered and didn't pay much attention to others. So Ian decided to continue studying there after his trial day.
She was happy that Ian found a place where he fit in, but she overlooked the pressure the environment put on him.
"Are you worrying about Ian?" he asked her after setting down the kettle, "Don't worry, he knows how to handle stress."
She looked at him in surprise, "How do you know?"
He was silent for a while, thinking about a lot of things. How did he know? Because Ian was his son. That was how he knew.
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