Andrew was wondering where the killing intent came from, and when he turned his head, he saw it.
Scarlett was biting her pink lips slightly, staring intently at him as if she wanted to devour him whole.
The last time Andrew saw Scarlett look at him like that was last year when she slapped a hooligan.
"Um... Teacher... Teacher Scarlett, Catherine is my biological sister, and she also attends university in Blackthorn."
Andrew was so scared that he quickly explained, feeling that if he had delayed by a second, he would have ended up dead in the street.
Although he didn't know why Scarlett was angry, his intuition told him she must have misunderstood.
As expected, after hearing this, the murderous look in Scarlett's eyes immediately softened a lot, but she still seemed a bit unhappy.
"Oh."
Scarlett responded briefly and said nothing more, continuing to lower her head to eat her noodles.
Seeing this, Andrew also breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he wouldn't die.
Catherine was momentarily stunned, not knowing what had happened, but then she suddenly reacted, grinned, picked up her shoes, and stood up, preparing to leave.
"Then I'll head back first."
"Aren't you eating?"
"I'll eat back at school."
Before leaving, Catherine secretly slipped a few pieces of milk candy into Andrew's hand and gestured for him to check his phone.
Sure enough, not long after Catherine left, Andrew received a message.
"Little Drew, Professor Scarlett is angry. Remember to appease her."
"That might not be appropriate, right? Besides, I don't know how to appease her."
Andrew knew Scarlett was a bit unhappy right now, but he didn't dare to try appeasing her, fearing he might pour oil on the fire.
"Just appease her the way you used to appease me."
"Like pestering you relentlessly and then saying, 'If you don't calm down, I'll tell Mom you were secretly playing on your phone tonight?'"
"Of course not! How is that appeasing? That's clearly coercion."
"You know that too!"
Andrew retorted without much patience.
"Aiya, what I meant was, appease her properly. Do whatever Professor Scarlett likes. If you really don't know what to do, you can use the milk candy I gave you to appease her."
"Appease her with candy? Isn't that too childish? Teacher Scarlett is twenty-seven years old, after all."
"What do you know! Girls are always eighteen years old. Trust me, using candy to appease her will definitely work."
Andrew looked at the messages but didn't reply. He clearly knew that Catherine's words couldn't be fully trusted, or something would definitely go wrong.
However, Andrew still tried to recall Scarlett's preferences: Did Teacher Scarlett have anything she particularly liked?
After interacting with her for so long, Andrew realized that Scarlett barely had any recreational activities; she neither went out nor played games.
Every day, besides work, it seemed she only read books and ate food.
Thinking of this, Andrew suddenly realized that Scarlett really liked eating. She hoarded snacks like a hamster.
Why not make something delicious for Teacher Scarlett and apologize to her?
Just as Andrew was thinking, Scarlett, who was sitting next to him, suddenly stood up.
"I'm done eating. I'll wait for you in the car."
Without waiting for Andrew to reply, she walked out alone.
She sat alone in the car, leaning back in the seat, her expression gradually becoming calm.
She muttered to herself, "Was my tone too harsh just now? Did I scare him?"
"And why am I angry? Didn't he just buy a pair of shoes for his sister? Even if he bought them for another girl, I should not feel angry."
Scarlett thought, her mind racing. After talking to herself, the image of Andrew giving gifts to other girls popped into her mind.
Instantly, her anger surged again: "No, I have to look after this Little Thing. He's so clueless; I can't let him be tricked by some bad woman. How could another woman be as good as me? Only he can give gifts to me."
Just then, Andrew returned to the car, opened the door, and sat in. When he turned his head, he saw Scarlett's angry face, which startled him so much that he almost opened the door and fled.
"Why are you jumping around like that?"
"Um... Maybe it's because the air conditioning is on in the car, and the temperature difference is a bit large, causing my muscles to not adapt well."
Andrew said, feeling a bit timid, but inwardly grumbled: Look at your expression before asking me why.
However, Scarlett immediately realized she had lost control of her emotions and quickly suppressed the anger on her face.
Her tone returned to its usual cool demeanor, "Then I'll turn off the air conditioning inside the car."
"No need, it'll be too hot if you turn it off."
In this hot weather, not having the AC in the car would be no different from being in a steamer।
Seeing that the anger was gone from Scarlett's face, Andrew grinned and took out an ice cream cone, handing it to her: "Teacher, please don't be angry anymore. Have an ice cream cone to cool down."
The corners of Scarlett's mouth curled up slightly the moment she saw the ice cream cone, but she quickly restrained herself, maintaining her cool appearance.
"When was I angry? I wasn't angry at all."
"..."
Andrew was momentarily speechless and twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Besides, I just recovered from a cold. Eating something cold isn't great," Scarlett said calmly.
"Oh, right. How could I forget that? I'll treat you to an ice cream cone next time, Teacher."
Andrew thought Scarlett really didn't want it, so he opened his mouth, intending to eat the ice cream cone himself.
Just as he opened his mouth and was about to bring the ice cream cone to his lips, his movement suddenly stopped. He caught sight of Scarlett's reluctant, pained, slightly furrowed, and somewhat angry expression out of the corner of his eye.
"Uh..."
After a moment of blankness, Andrew closed his mouth and still offered the ice cream cone to Scarlett.
"This cone isn't big, and Teacher, you've recovered from your cold. It's fine to eat just one."
"Huh?"
Scarlett was stunned for a moment, then realized Andrew had seen her expression. She felt a bit embarrassed and wanted to refuse again.
But after hesitating internally for three and one-third seconds, she quickly extended her right hand and snatched the ice cream cone from Andrew's hand with such speed that Andrew didn't even react.
Then she turned her head to the other side, her expression flat, as if nothing had happened, as if the ice cream cone had been in her hand all along.
Andrew blinked blankly, then came back to his senses. Looking at Scarlett, who had already taken a small bite of the ice cream cone, he found it hard to believe.
He hadn't expected that a single ice cream cone would completely appease Scarlett.
The usually cold and detached Professor Scarlett was acting like a little girl who could be bribed just by being given food. If this got out, no one would believe it.
For some reason, Andrew suddenly found the silent, coldly distant Professor Scarlett to have a contrasting, cute side.
Moreover, the distance between them seemed to be getting closer.
"How about I drive?"
Andrew said to Scarlett, who was eating the ice cream cone.
"Mm."
Scarlett replied softly, quickly swapping seats with Andrew. The anger from before was completely gone from her face, and even her tone of voice carried a hint of pleasure.