Chapter 946: Chapter 945: Or What? Make a Scene?

It’s really too far, so far that he doesn’t know what to do anymore. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

He stood there, his face full of helplessness. Gathering the sorrow emanating from him, he looked at her.

"Let’s make a promise. If you call me, no matter if I’m at the ends of the earth, I will appear in front of you at the first moment."

Nia Mitchell smiled and nodded.

"You have to come find me often. Also, does Fiona Sutton know about you leaving?"

Charles Northwood shook his head; Fiona Sutton is not answering his calls right now.

He also has no way to inform her.

"You should talk to her, after all, she..."

Didn’t Fiona Sutton say she liked Charles Northwood last time?

"Don’t overthink it. Fiona and I are just good friends. Her feelings for me are just friendship."

He smiled slightly, with a gentle face.

"I don’t know what happened between you two. Don’t hurt her."

She is already quite tragic right now.

Charles Northwood nodded and accompanied her through the park.

Seeing that she seemed much more at ease, he hailed a cab to take her back to the villa on the hillside.

Watching her car drive further and further away, Charles Northwood turned and headed towards University A.

University A—

Tara Jameson was the first to learn about Charles Northwood’s resignation, her face full of disbelief, standing there, her body stiff.

Unable to move, she stood there on the campus, on the wide path, with only her standing there.

Many passing students looked at her in confusion.

Whispering about something, then walked farther and farther away.

After some time, Tara Jameson finally came to her senses, slowly walking back.

Passing by Fiona Sutton’s dormitory, she stopped in her tracks.

Why did Charles Northwood resign from his job?

And, does Fiona Sutton know about this?

She held back the urge to go up and find Fiona, standing there with tightly clenched hands.

At this moment, not far away, Charles Northwood was walking slowly towards her.

The air was filled with various floral scents, and the grass was growing luxuriantly under the sunlight.

Charles Northwood walked up to Tara Jameson and stopped.

Tara Jameson sensed a shadow beside her and slowly turned her head.

He was as gentle as ever, dressed in white, unusually warm.

This man seemed to be born with a good temper, seldom raising his voice, always very polite in his dealings with others.

Being with him was always very warm and reassuring.

But when they were dating, she never felt that way.

Secrecy was the only routine in their relationship.

Only when they were together did they seem like a couple.

She stood there, trying hard to suppress her sadness.

"Professor Northwood is here to see Fiona Sutton, right?"

She bit her lip, her face showing strength.

After saying that, she shrugged.

"Then I won’t disturb Professor Northwood."

After speaking, she turned and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, Charles Northwood suddenly grabbed her.

"I resigned from my job at University A."

Tara Jameson clenched her fists, her back facing Charles Northwood, her expression changing repeatedly.

Finally, she turned her head with a blank face and forcefully loosened his grip on her wrist.

"Then congratulations to Professor Northwood on finding a better position."

Charles Northwood was full of disappointment.

"Is that all you want to say?"

"What else? Do you expect me to live or die?"

She, Tara Jameson, didn’t want to be that kind of person.

She would be looked down upon.

"No need, you’re doing well."

It’s good like this.

"I wish you happiness in the future, to find a... man who cherishes you."

Tara Jameson was filled with sarcasm, what does that mean?

"Thank you, at least the man I find dares to take responsibility, at least he won’t be sneaking around even when he’s with me."