Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 429: Are You a Robber or a Thief?

Audrey Sutton heard Phoebe King’s comment, glanced at Stephen Sutton whose face was darker than Judge Bao, and couldn’t help but cover her mouth and say with a laugh, "Sister Phoebe, you’re the only one daring enough to mess with the tiger’s behind."

Phoebe King laughed triumphantly, "Now he can’t chase me down and hit me even if he’s annoyed; he’s got no choice but to hold it in."

After all, Stephen Sutton needs to maintain his image as a good mentor and friend in front of his students, unlike how he speaks harsh words to her privately.

The second class started, and Phoebe King rested her chin on her hand, gazing at the direction of the lectern.

She appeared to be attentively listening to the lecture, though in reality, she was entirely focused on Stephen Sutton.

After writing on the board and turning around, Stephen saw Phoebe King batting her eyes at him. With a woman as shameless as her, his best approach was to ignore her.

Having finally endured through two classes, Stephen Sutton left the classroom just as the dismissal bell rang.

Phoebe King promptly stood up and chased after him.

As the students poured out from neighboring classrooms along with the bell ringing, the crowd blocked Phoebe King’s view. She kept weaving forward persistently, and once reaching downstairs, she scanned the crowd and saw Stephen walking toward the side parking lot carrying his textbook.

She sprinted over in her high heels. Stephen caught a glimpse of her following him and, unlike before when her pestering would annoy him, a smile unknowingly spread across his lips.

While getting into the car, he had the opportunity to drive off before she reached him but intentionally delayed for a while to give her a chance to hop in.

Phoebe King, panting, sat in the back seat, smiling at him, "Teacher Sutton, why were you running?"

Stephen Sutton started the car expressionlessly, pretending she didn’t exist.

He wondered why she never sat in the passenger seat but instead always in the back. With her personality, wouldn’t she insist on sitting right next to him?

Phoebe King said, "Teacher Sutton, why don’t we have dinner together tonight?"

Stephen Sutton: "No time."

Phoebe King: "You don’t have a class tonight; how can you say you’re busy? Are you going out with another teacher again?"

Stephen Sutton drove toward the faculty apartments, muttering under his breath, "It’s you who ruined my reputation."

Phoebe King leaned forward and said, "How come it’s me ruining your reputation? Didn’t you go out for dinner with Teacher Linton that day, and came back at eleven at night?"

Stephen Sutton: "I said it was a school dinner; we live in the same building so I gave her a ride back."

Phoebe King chuckled, "Are you explaining yourself to me?"

Stephen Sutton glanced at her and did not respond.

Phoebe King fiddled with her red nails and said, "I don’t care, I’m going to have dinner with you tonight. If it’s a dinner gathering, then I’ll join you."

Stephen Sutton didn’t answer, drove to the underground garage, parked the car. As he pushed the door open, Phoebe King quickly followed, jogging to keep up with his pace, stepped into the elevator with him and said, "Why don’t I move in and live with you?"

Stephen Sutton chuckled, looked back at her and said, "Not fully awake, are you?"

Phoebe King: "I’m serious. Anyway, your apartment has an empty room; you didn’t mind when I slept in the spare room the past few nights. Actually, the main reason is Morgan confessed to me and it’s awkward having to see him under the same roof all the time. I have to avoid him daily to prevent running into each other; it’s really stifling living like this."

Stephen Sutton: "You have a pretty thick skin; you actually know what awkward is?"

Phoebe King frowned, looked up at him and demanded, "Just tell me yes or no!"

Stephen Sutton didn’t hesitate to reply, "No."

Phoebe King gave a roguish smile, took out a key from her bag, waved it in his face and said, "Found this in your living room drawer this morning, the spare key. It’s not up to you whether it’s a yes or no; I’m going up to pack my stuff, and you make dinner for me, I’ll just eat."

Stephen Sutton looked at the key in her hand, his tone tinged with helplessness, "Robber or thief?"

"Ding-dong——"

The elevator door opened.

Phoebe King followed him out of the elevator, laughed sarcastically, "You surely must be secretly hoping I move in; bet you’re secretly delighted inside, huh?"

Stephen Sutton, expressionless, stared ahead, didn’t respond to her.

Phoebe King: "Teacher Sutton, can we be a bit more candid? If you like me just say so, you’re definitely already captivated by my beauty, yet keep up this charade without admitting it."

Stephen Sutton still didn’t acknowledge her, faced away while standing by the door, slightly smiled as he took out the key and opened the door.

Now that Phoebe King had gotten her hands on a key to his place, she didn’t need to squeeze through the door behind him anymore.

She didn’t follow him but headed to her own place across the hall, opened the door and said to him, "See you later, Teacher Sutton."

Stephen Sutton glanced at her, closed the door with a "bang."

Phoebe King looked at the door panel, put away her smile, muttered under her breath, "Bastard."

She kept flaunting herself in front of Stephen Sutton because she was sure he harbored feelings for her.

His insistence on not liking things left unfinished was a hint that he didn’t actually mind her relentless pursuit.

Also, it was clear over the recent days, although he still wore an aloof demeanor, he became more lenient toward her progressively pushy behavior—he never said anything to drive her away anymore.

Audrey Sutton’s words were right: repressed exhibitionist.

Phoebe King returned to her apartment, tossed clothes from the wardrobe into a suitcase, felt like she hadn’t brought much when she first moved in, now her shoes, bags, makeup, and random knick-knacks stuffed two large cartons.

Phoebe King dragged a lighter suitcase, unlocked Stephen Sutton’s apartment door with the key.

Once inside, she started yelling, "Teacher Sutton, come over and help move my stuff?"

Stephen Sutton emerged from his bedroom, glanced at her and said, "Did I agree to you moving in?"

Phoebe King stood panting with her hands on her hips, "By the time you agree, our kid will be off buying soy sauce. Hurry up, what’s a grown man dawdling for? Two big cartons here, come help me carry them, I can’t move them by myself."

Just then, Micah Morgan returned, saw Stephen Sutton’s apartment door ajar, stood by the door wondering if something was up inside, only to see Phoebe King standing at Stephen Sutton’s doorway.

Phoebe King turned to leave but stopped, saw Micah Morgan, froze and awkwardly laughed, "Hey Morgan? Finished with class?"

Micah Morgan nodded, noticed the suitcase at Phoebe King’s feet, recalling their rental agreement was up in less than half a month, feeling a little disappointed she might be moving out, yet generously smiled and asked, "Rented Professor Sutton’s place then?"