My Father's Best Friend novel Chapter 12

After searching everywhere, Lance still could not find Andrea, however, just as he was about to give up and leave through the exits, he saw her.

The hall have six exits, and one of it was behind the stage. He opened it and there he saw Andrea, wearing an alarmed expression as if she had been caught with her hand in a cookie jar.

Relief washed over him.

"There you are," he said, noticing his voice was kind of breathless.

He walked deeper into the corridor and just then, he noticed she had company.

He knitted his brows and looked at the sandy blond man he recognize as one of the professors.

"You must be Professor..." he tried to rack his brain in search for a name but he did not find any, only remembering the name of the David Blythe that sounded weirdly familiar.

"Blythe. David Blythe," David said, confidently, and as Lance looked at Andrea still in her alarmed state and rooted on the spot, he finally remembered why the name sounded familiar.

"You dated one of your professors?" he asked in stunned realization.

Andrea's eyes widened but she did a little nod, and Lance found himself wanting to punch something.

Before he could think of anything, his right fist suddenly connected with the professor's jaw and sent him falling to the ground, earning a gasp from Andrea.

Lance walked towards Andrea and grabbed her hand, giving her an angry expression and tugged her out of that corridor, leaving the professor sprawled on the ground.