Mr. Waltson, Refrain Yourself

Wills Waltson finished his work and went to the window to smoke at half past eleven.

When he looked down, he noticed that the light from Luna’s chamber had lighted the lawn beyond her room.

He cocked his head to look at the wall clock. It had become so late. Or had Benjaming not yet gone?

He hesitated, extinguished the cigarette, and went downstairs to the door of her room.

He rapped on the door. Nobody responded.

He turned the doorknob with his hand and pushed it open. The door had been left unlocked.

He entered the room and noticed that Benjaming was not present.

Instead, she was lying on the bed with her headphones on, one hand holding the book and the other holding the pen, biting on the pen tip while writing something in the book.

The hair at the side of her forehead, along with her Luna Greenwich movements, would occasionally flutter around her ears.

He gave a beautiful smile. This girl, who was clearly reading a book, looked stunning.

She didn’t notice him when he walked into the room.

He peered down at her textbook as he approached the bed.

She was working on a difficult math problem.

He stood there for two minutes before she finished.

She smiled, rolled over, and was going to stretch when she noticed someone standing next to the bed.

She let out a piercing gasp and hurriedly flipped over to the other side of the bed before she could see who he was.

She appeared to be going to collapse under the bed.

Wills Waltson leaped onto the bed and seized her.

She took a deep breath and buried her face in his arms. “You… Why are you here?” she asked, looking at him.

Wills Waltson laughed and turned his head, “This is your catch, truly.”

His attractive features made her heart flutter.

Thinking about it, the last time she was drunk and pounced on him, it wasn’t a loss.

After all, he wasn’t just wealthy; he was also attractive.

She deserved it.

“Did I frighten you?”

She stopped thinking about other things and sat up quickly. She drew closer to the bed and removed the headphones from his ears.

“It’s the middle of the night, and there’s someone suddenly standing by the head of the bed,” she reMarktin ed, her brow wrinkled. “Do you not even knock on the door when you enter other people’s rooms, Mr. Waltson?”

“I did, but you didn’t hear me.”

She took out her earphones and held them for a while. “I wasn’t hearing anything because I was listening to French.”

“Listening to French while doing math? You’re a strange. Can’t you be distracted?” he asked.

“Yes, but who can concentrate on one thing without being interrupted in real life?”

“So you’re intentionally training yourself to do two things at once.”

She didn’t respond, instead asking, “Is there anything you want to talk to me about?”

“I spotted the light in your room and realized you hadn’t slept, so I came down to see if Benjaming was still learning.”

“Benjaming left at nine o’clock.”

Wills Waltson took up her book and began flipping through it.

They sat on the bed and talked, which made her feel uncomfortable.

He spoke up just as she was debating whether she should get out of bed or force him out with the excuse that she needed to relax.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that you look really attractive when you study?”

Her face was flushed. She couldn’t stand it when she was suddenly lauded in such a way.

She moved her head. “No.”

“It appears that I am the first; do you enjoy science?” He turned the pages and looked at her.

She gave a nod. “Yes.”

“The book you purchased is a review of problems with tough math questions over the years; some of the questions in this book are difficult even for your teacher.”

She scratched her brow. “Time, Mr. Waltson…”

“How come you didn’t do this?”

He indicated one of the themes she had abandoned.

She shrugged as she looked at it. “I’m unable to tackle this problem.”

“I can teach you, do you want me to?”

She continually nodded.

“Come here,” Wills Waltson patted the seat near him.

She turned around and sat down next to him.

He sat the book on his lap, picked up the pen she’d been gnawing on, and started teaching her how to solve it.

Wills Waltson simply took a few minutes to provide a solution to her dilemma.

She had a sudden epiphany.

He passed the pen to her. “Then finish it on your own.”

She sat up and got out the book and pen. She received an answer quickly after doing what he taught her.

“Mr. Waltson, you are so wonderful at math,” she said with a pleased smile as she turned to face him.

Wills Waltson triumphantly arched his brows: “You are good enough if you can answer eighty percent of the questions in this book.”

She sighed. “Why do I get the impression that Mr. Waltson is indirectly applauding himself?”

“I have the qualifications,” he boasted, “and if you have any questions, you can ask me.”

“Then… Could you just explain this to me?”

Wills Waltson took a look at it and instantly told her what he was thinking.

He was serious about teaching, and she was serious about listening.

Her alarm clock went off early in the morning. She felt dazed from sleep. She wanted to turn back and look for her phone, but she discovered that someone had put their arms around her waist.

A warm body was clinging to her behind her.

Her mind raced as she came to a realization.

Wills Waltson’s voice echoed behind his head at this point: “why didn’t you turn off the alarm clock? It’s noisy.”

She stood up and turned to face him.

Wills Waltson cast a lazy glance over her face. “Hello and good morning.”

“Morning… Good morning,” she reddened, avoiding his gaze.

She was insane. She finished the last question he taught her last night and wanted to share the answers to him, but he had fallen asleep in her bed.

When she glanced at him, she thought he was wonderfully lovely when he slept.

She believed God was so unjust that he gave everything to a lovely person. Otherwise, how could he be so attractive when sleeping?

She had intended to wake him up and then let him leave after a few stealthy glances.

However, she had also dozed off.

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Wills Waltson indicated her phone.

She dashed over, grabbed her phone, and silenced the alarm.

He stretched and sat up. “This is my first time falling asleep while studying, and it appears that your excitement for learning is contagious.”

She furrowed her brow. “Regarding that… last night, thank you.”

He smiled and got out of bed. “If it hadn’t been for me, you would have fallen to the ground,” he continued as he headed towards the door, “so please take my thanks.”

As he opened the door and walked out, she reddened slightly. She didn’t want to thank him for that.

When Wills Waltson left Luna’s chamber, the butler and others were astounded.

Everyone rushed to greet him, and Wills Waltson reMarktin ed cheerfully, “Go and do your work.”

He walked upstairs.

He woke up in the middle of the night and saw her sleeping at the foot of the bed like a meek cat.

He wanted to carry her back to bed, but she rolled over to the far end.

He immediately sat at the foot of the bed, obstructing her path.

She slid over and tucked herself into his arms.

He held her in his arms and made the decision right then and there that he would not leave tonight.

And, for the first time, he found it pleasant to share a bed with a woman.