Vivian Manson wasn't tall, even in high heels she was still half a head shorter than him. At the moment, she tilted her head up slightly to look at him, revealing a very attractive smile, "Shall we talk?"
Her voice was also very pleasant to hear.
Hadley Morrison respectfully called out, "Miss Vivian." Only then did he ask, "What do we need to talk about?"
Vivian Manson was twirling her hair that fell over her chest with one hand, a charming smile on her delicate and lovely face.
"You don't actually need to call me teacher," Vivian Manson said with a slight smile, "I was only a substitute teacher for a month. Considering our ages, it would be better if you called me Sister Vivian."
Her smile was very affable, but Hadley Morrison had seen too many people offering empty courtesies throughout his life, and he didn't think that this woman, who was infatuated with Sky Moore, had anything good to discuss with him.
