Chapter 336: Myrna went to Nemmington.
The teachers at the Department of Traditional Medicine saw her and felt bitter. They silently hoped this year would bring a promising student who wouldn't reject Traditional Medicine and choose their department.
Myrna remained unaware of the events at Craydon University, especially Emilee's outburst against the Department of Traditional Medicine after Myrna declined her invitation. Emilee had openly humiliated the department before the entire faculty during a meeting.
Because she had to take an exam in Nemmington, Myrna was very busy during this period. While searching for medicine for Martin, she also found time to review some exercises.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was the 3rd—the day to go to Nemmington. The plane was scheduled to depart at 10:30 a.m., but Myrna arrived at the airport at 10:00 a.m.
She wore a white long-sleeved T-shirt over denim shorts. Her long, attractive legs drew much attention. Her exquisite face, partially hidden under a duckbill cap, was stunning, even the curve of her jawline revealed her beauty. Myrna carried only a black backpack slung over her shoulder, her half-squinted eyes suggesting a lack of sleep; she exuded an aura that warned strangers to stay away.
Calvin walked beside her, amused by her sleepy appearance. He lowered his head and softly asked, “Do you want some coffee? There’s a coffee shop over there; I can get you a cup.”
“Hmm?” Myrna raised her delicate eyebrows, unenthusiastic. She disliked sticky drinks like coffee and milkshakes, but she was sleepy. She closed her long, fluttering eyelashes and nodded reluctantly, “One cup of mocha, no sugar.”
Cedric, also listening, smiled and said, “Ms. Stark, mocha is very bitter. If you don’t add sugar, you won’t be able to drink it. How about a cappuccino instead? I see you girls like that; it’s not as bitter.”
“I wanted mocha.” She had tried cappuccino once; the name sounded nice, but it tasted like half a cup of sugar had been poured in—worse than regular coffee.
Calvin’s thin lips curled up as his narrow, deep eyes affectionately glanced at her. With his hands in his pockets, he lazily said, “Just a cup of mocha? Nothing else?”
“Is there another airport?” Myrna raised an eyebrow and glanced at him, her eyes seeming to ask, ‘Are you kidding me?’
Calvin unconsciously laughed, his mood improving. He handed her the bag and said, “There are chairs over there, please sit and wait for me. I will buy the drinks and bring them right away.”
“OK,” Myrna readily agreed, grabbing her suitcase. She had stayed up until 3:30 a.m. investigating the Ji Qing matter. After lying down, she only dozed until 6:00 a.m., sleeping for three hours before having to catch her flight. To be honest, she could fall asleep instantly with a pillow.
Cedric, seeing her accustomed to bossing around the arrogant man, twitched his mouth and hurriedly handed Myrna her luggage, saying, “Ms. Stark, please also take a look at my luggage while I go help Mr. Larson.”
Myrna found herself inexplicably with an extra suitcase. She pressed down the brim of her hat and felt speechless. Just buying coffee—was it necessary to help? However, Cedric was Calvin’s person, so she said nothing and silently dragged two suitcases to a nearby bench. Airports are equipped with benches for passengers to rest; those waiting for flights or arriving early can rest there before their plane departs. Myrna chose a seat conveniently located near the entrance to the airport waiting lounge.