The next day, Sofía was restless from the moment she stepped into the academy.
Every nerve in her body felt stretched tight.
The thought of facing Mr. Ruiz alone made her stomach twist painfully. And just her luck after break, it was his class.
From time to time, she could feel his eyes on her.
What terrified her most was how professional he appeared in front of everyone.
Calm.
Composed.
As though he wasn't the same man who had cornered her in his office and whispered that he wanted her.
She sat stiff and unmoving throughout the lecture, her body rigid like stone.
When only five minutes remained, she suddenly stood up and grabbed her head.
"I-I'm n-not feeling well," she muttered weakly.
Miguel was instantly on his feet, rushing toward her.
"Can I take her to the nurse's clinic?" he asked.
Fernando's gaze turned icy.
Seeing Miguel so close to her ignited fury in his chest.
"Ms. Rodríguez, go to the clinic," he said coldly.
Then sharply, "And you, Miguel sit down."
