Chapter 30 Make The Bed for Me

The sun drooped from its throne, casting colors in its departure. Clouds soaked in wine, like cotton absorbing blood from a wound, plunging the world in an eerie and mysterious glow.

"You all may be excused!"

the general drillmaster announced to the freshmen of D University. Loud exclamations of elation accompanied by groans of exasperation boomed across the stadium.

"After such grueling hours that we endured, finally, we're free!"

"I'm too exhausted to even open my eyes. My whole body is protesting with every move I make."

"The training just started and you're already complaining. How will you even survive the whole month?"

In the midst of the crowd stood Fiona, cracking her neck and wincing from its stiffness as she approached the canteen along with the rest of her peers. She caught Spencer out of the corner of her eye. The drillmasters seemed to have gathered and were in the middle of a heated discussion.

"Fiona! What are you looking at? Let's go. We'll miss dinner if we dally much longer." Sophia linked their arms together and dragged her forward.

"Alright." Fiona smiled and moved forward with Sophia.

"Hey, Fiona!"

Fiona turned and saw Ryan approaching her with a few bags in his hands.

"Hi, Ryan!" Sophia greeted him.

Ryan paused, catching his breath and said, "I brought supper for the four of you. I didn't know your preferences, so I bought everything I think you would like."

"Thank you, Ryan." Ella relieved him of his burden and gave him a smile.

"Your efforts are admirable." Pursing her lips, Leona offered a shy smile.

"Thank you for putting us in consideration, Ryan," Sophia said. "Are you trying to earn our favor, Ryan? Your actions may lead us to think that you're trying to impress one of us. Will this be a regular occurrence?" Smiling slyly, she settled her glance to her friend, Fiona.

"You're holding me too high, I am not that considerate. Consider this event as a one-time-thing," Ryan jokingly replied.

"Many thanks, Ryan." Shyly, Fiona nodded her head in thanks.

Ryan's eyes softened as his gaze fell upon Fiona. "Are you weary?" he gently asked.

"I am not." Fiona shook her head.

"How come you only ask her, Ryan? Do you not care whether I'm weary or not?" Sophia asked, her voice teasing as a smirk played on her lips.

"You seem more alive than drained."

They were immersed in their conversation as the drillmasters rushed towards the canteen except for Eric and Spencer, who walked leisurely.

"Can I give my greetings to Fiona, Spencer?" Eric asked.

"Oh? What is it you wish to say to her? Are you well-acquainted with each other?" he replied.

"Do you have a reason as to why you pretend that you are a stranger to her when you want to be her drillmaster?" Eric murmured.

Spencer's eyes darkened slightly.

"Seems like I would not be greeting Fiona today," Eric sighed. He rubbed his nose exasperatedly.

"Our drillmaster must hold a high position," Sophia said seriously as she glared at Spencer. "No one disciplined him even when he was unexplainably rude and unruly."

"I agree with Sophia," Ella nodded. "If he wasn't so handsome, I would have mauled that arrogant, self-centered and vigorous man. He didn't even give us his name."

Listening to their conversation, Ryan turned to look at Spencer. Intimidation and dominance filled the air as they sized up each other. One was gentle, the other fierce.

Silence reigned over Fiona. Her anxiousness growing every second as she hoped Spencer wouldn't call her

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

ped his arms to his sides said, "Do you know that it is quite rude to stare? It is even ruder not to announce your presence with a knock on the door before entering a room."

"We were not doing anything, Spencer! Stop giving other people misleading ideas!" Fiona said defensively.

Spencer looked at her incredulously and sighed. "You heard the lady, nothing happened."

"My lips are sealed," Eric said while making a zipping motion on his lips.

Fiona felt her heart lurch, realizing that Eric must have misunderstood them.

Spencer cleared his throat and asked, "What urgent matters do you have that you graced us with you presence?" He did not bother to hide the venom or the displeasure in his voice.

"It pertains to a classified file." Eric playfully waved the portfolio in his hand.

Spencer reached out for the portfolio and then told Fiona, "Make up the bed."

She went and did her work without a fuss.

Eric quietly slithered out of the room as Spencer settled back down to his desk.

Too immersed with her work, she almost missed the feeling that someone was staring at her. She spun around and caught Spencer's eyes. "Why are you staring?" she demanded.

He wet his lips and said, "Grandpa was sent to the hospital again."

"What? How come? I called him yesterday, and he sounded fine."

Spencer rubbed his temples, distress imminent in his features. "He played chess with his friends. He was furious when his friends all took their grandchildren with them."

"Did I hear you correctly? Please tell me that this was one of your jokes," Fiona said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I'm not joking." After saying that, Spencer was deep in his thoughts.

"Why are you so silent? How about I go visit Grandpa?" she asked.

"No need." With a shake of his head, Spencer added, "His condition is stable. He will be alright."

Fiona glanced at her watch and said, "Oh my, it's already late. I'd better leave. I'll call Grandpa."

"Alright." Spencer nodded. "Do you need me to accompany you back to the dorms?"

"No! I am more than capable to send myself off, thank you!" Fiona squeaked, flustered.

She slammed the door a little too loudly in her hurry, leaving Spencer to himself. His mask slipped as he wallowed in helplessness.

'Grandpa wants us to have a child as soon as possible. What should I do?' he thought.