Agatha and Lanceil walked inside the elevator. Ding!When the door closed, she pulled back away from him and lowered her gaze. “I AM REALLY SORRY, SIR. That man is my best friend. But he doesn’t know that I am working as a maid. I lied to him and said that I am living with my relatives and…”He raised his hand and tilted her chin up. “Stop.”His thumb grazed over her lips and pressed, parting her mouth. Agatha almost bit his fingers but stopped herself in time.“You don’t need to apologize. There are things that we wanted to keep by ourselves.”Hearing his words, the stirring emotions, came to life. Even if she had thought she could bear it, her lips moved of their own accord.“Thank you, Sir.”Lanceil looked at his thumb on her lips. He felt envious and wished he could use his lips to shut her up instead. Still, he doesn’t want to scare his maid. “But I hate the name you gave me. Britney? It sounds so feminine.” Lanceil pulled his hand away and at the same time, the elevator door
"It's because there's a valuable flower that I can't leave.""A flower? What kind of flower?""Agatha.”"Ugh! Ugh!" Agatha coughed when Vincent suddenly called her name. She grabbed the glass and emptied it in one go.“You have sauce on the corner of your lips,” Vincent informed. Lanceil, who was surprised when his brother called their maid suddenly, took a sharp breath.'I thought the flower he's talking about was Agatha,' Lanceil thought. “S-Sauce?” Agatha asked. She tried to wipe the sauce but failed. Therefore, Lanceil leaned closer. He wiped the sauce from her mouth while saying, “ It’s here.” After wiping the sauce, Lanceil licked his thumb. Unable to speak for a moment, Agatha stared at Lanceil. Her face was all red. ‘I said that I will stop this feeling as soon as possible. How can I stop this when he’s being so sweet?!’ Agatha protested in her mind while looking at the man she likes. Vincent watched them. Jealousy is for a pathetic person, Vincent believed in this. Th
Early morning, Lanceil woke up Vincent and forced him to jog with him. Although Vincent opposed the idea, he was forced to go out and exercise. 'He must be a dictatorial president in his past life,' Vincent complained inwardly. He reduced his pace while holding his side waist. The fatigue set in, and he felt really exhausted. Since it has been a long time since he took a long run, his body needs time to get used to the increased effort. As he caught his breath, he looked at his brother who is still jogging at full speed. 30 minutes before they headed out to the park for a run, he and Lanceil grabbed bananas, toast with ham, and water to give their bodies the fuel they needed before they ran. After that, Lanceil laced up his running shoes. Full of motivation he ran enthusiastically. "And he is still not tired?" Vincent asked. "Is he a monster?" After resting for a while, Vincent followed his brother with the face of a boy who was forced to come to a place he didn't want to
Agatha went to the mall to meet Sebastian. They can see each other at night in the review center. However, Agatha wanted to meet him right away to talk about her dad’s case. While waiting for Sebastian, Agatha felt bored, and she strolled around the mall. She went to the department store and then looked for some clothes that she wanted to give as gifts to the children in the orphanage. She didn't buy it yet, but she already checked the prices and calculated how much she needs. "I'll buy those after my payday," she promised. After visiting the children’s section, she went to look for her own T-shirt. She was simply checking each shirt, touching them to see if it was worth buying. She felt someone is following her, and it is one of the salesladies, who probably think she'll steal a piece. She never experienced this when she was still rich. "Wait a minute." Agatha looked back at the saleslady who was staring at her with hostility. "Are you calling me?" Agatha pointed at hersel
Agatha’s POVI could tell that man wasn’t lying when he said that he is the owner of this mall. But I would never believe that man fell for me at first sight. ‘I am pretty, I know that.’ But such proposal would sound nothing but idiocy. “What a crazy man,” I said while jolting as far as away from the ice cream shop. Ting!At the same time, the text I was waiting for had come. [“Agatha where are you? I am in the O.I ice cream shop.”] She pulled the brake on her feet and exclaimed silently. Among all places, why did Sebastian choose to meet there? Agatha rolled her eyes as she typed a reply. [“I am begging you, Sebastian. Anywhere, but not there.”] Sebastian was easy to talk to. Therefore, Agatha avoided meeting Lawrence again and went to a Sushi restaurant instead. She’s not a fan of sushi, though. Sebastian is. There are less people inside the restaurant. Aside from that, Sebastian got an exclusive private room. “Why are you so late?” Agatha complained.“Sorry. Traffic jam
“My purpose for coming is simple. I am here to have a talk with my pretty fiancée.”Agatha’s jaw almost made its way to the ground. She recognized him, felt wary about him and his unusual provocation about this “Marriage thing” that hadn’t come to her mind yet. There was a huge chance this guy fell for her at first sight, and being head over heels is what took him to follow her and proposed like this. Agatha sensed danger. She’s still not sure what this is all about, but if things go South, Lanceil might misunderstand this, and the seducing game will be over. Agatha looked at him. A great shock registered on Lanceil’s face but there was more than a surprise. A mixture of unknown emotions, hard to put in words, were painted gruesomely in his eyes. Is that a bad thing or a good thing?“You have a fiancé?” Alas, Lanceil asked Agatha. Protocol – DENY IT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. “NO!” Agatha said abruptly, her sharp eyes turning to Mr. Lawrence, who was grinning as if he was enjoying the
Lanceil was tossing around his bed, hoping to see which was the most comfortable position. The position wasn’t the real problem, though.“Damn,” he grunted. He gave up everything and just looked at the ceiling. “Is he really her fiancé?”That’s it. He couldn’t sleep because of Agatha.When a rich famous man like Lawrence came and introduced himself as Agatha’s fiancé, Lanceil felt a cord snapped inside his head. The surroundings muted down, he could only hear the loud beating of his aching heart.He didn’t know what exactly made him pathetic, in pain, sorrowful.“I know I have the right to meddle in Agatha’s relationship with the man who signed a contract with his father. But f*ck! What kind of father would do that?”Lanceil realized he also had no right to question Agatha’s father’s liability. Because he, himself, has a father who failed to give affection to his children.“Who am I to curse your father,” Lanceil mumbled.Either way, Lanceil will stop the marriage. The question is, ho
“I think I like you, Sir.” Lanceil’s ears turned red. He was so surprised that only, “H-Huh?” came out of his mouth. Lanceil doubted his ears. It’s possible that he heard her wrong, so he didn’t say anything until Agatha’s voice came back and proved him wrong.“I really do like you,” she repeated.His emotions shook like waves. It went up and down, banging side to side. He wasn’t specifically sure if the confession should make him amused or glum, and as his expression faltered between smiling or scowling, all that was left was the blank look on his face.If it is a dream, he will be happy because at least he won’t be afraid to give his reply. But if it isn't a dream, he will also be happy that she made him realize that feeling that he kept on refusing. Now he’s at a loss. Blank and empty-headed. But his heart was full of joy, anxiousness, hope, despair, guilt, excitement…Was it really this nerve-wracking to fall in love again? It was like doing a parachute gliding only to realize