Agatha pulled Adam inside the narrowed alleyway. The space was so small, and it could only occupy two people simultaneously.
Blinking swiftly, Adam looked at the woman in front of him.
She was stunning.
Black long hair, pale white skin, round eyes with long lashes, and red lips.
No wonder why a billionaire like Brett chose Agatha as his slave.
‘Did he have fun with this lady? How much did he go?’ Adam wondered. His eyes traced her body.
Her luscious lips.
Her deep collarbone.
Her white neck.
Her slender shoulder.
When his eyes went more down, he saw her bust. He didn’t notice it when they met for the first time, but now, Adam could tell that she had a good body. A body that can make a man kneel on her feet.
Adam felt his blood boil.
He slept with many women before, but hiding in a narrow alleyway felt so sexy to Adam. Maybe because he loves the rush of adrenaline.
He slowly moved his waist backward to avoid letting Agatha know he was getting a b*ner.
Adam took a deep breath as he calmed himself.
‘Sh*t. Adam. You can’t feel lust over a woman that you sold,’ Adam told himself.
Fortunately, the conversation he heard from Agatha’s friends helped him forget the lewd things inside his mind.
After hearing the conversation, Adam understood why Agatha wanted to flee.
Then, subconsciously, Adam covered Agatha’s ears with his hands.
Agatha looked up and met his gaze.
Adam was shocked.
‘What am I doing? Why do I look like I was protecting her?’
He was panicking.
Adam could not understand why he had to show compassion toward a woman he sold for money.
Perhaps, because she looked like she was on the verge of crying.
They stayed in that position, both confused.
Adam felt the heat all over his body, and his breath formed clouds. Every time Agatha breathed, Adam could feel her soft breast touching his chest. It made him mentally and physically panic, for he’s a young-blooded man. But he could not let her go. During this time, he just wanted to stay in the position, staring at her and covering her ears.
But when Sebastian and Dominic left, Adam woke up and quickly pulled back his hands.
He was thankful that he pulled himself back. But he didn’t know that his face was all red.
Fortunately, Agatha’s eyes didn’t trace his face, but on the burn scar on his chest.
Adam noticed what she was looking at.
He bowed his head and stared at the scar on his chest, seen through his shirt's three buttons and open collar.
He wanted to stop her from looking but realized that it was too late to hide it.
“Are you curious where I got that scar?” he tried to break the ice by asking.
Agatha turned her eyes to the other side. She didn’t reply.
Trying to regain his pride, Adam said in a confident tone.
“Well, I am working in the underground business. It is natural for me to get scars like this.”
“Were you abused before?”
At Agatha’s question, the smile on Adam’s lips disappeared.
Agatha kept her eyes away and muttered, “I know it is a cigarette burn. You didn’t get it from a fight but someone who abused you. Given that the scar looks old.”
Adam hadn’t told his story to anyone yet.
But this woman, who saw the scar first, could understand him at first glance.
‘However, I don’t need pity,’ Adam thought.
A sneaky smirk played on his red lips before he uttered, “Now that you found out my weakness, are you thinking how pitiful I am and that you finally understand why I became a twisted man like this?”
With a frown, Agatha answered, “No.”
She met his gaze once more.
“Why would I pity an evil man like you? You sold me to Brett. You threatened my life. That was enough for me to hate you to the bone.”
Adam’s eyes widened.
Even if Agatha cursed him, he prepared to hear these words rather than empty empathy.
When his eyes returned to their original sizes, Adam whispered, “Then, why do you need to bring that up and ask about my wound?”
“Just…” Agatha mumbled. “I just remembered someone who has the same scar.”
Adam saw the pain in Agatha’s eyes, even though she tried her best to look fine.
And momentarily, he felt jealous of that other person who received Agatha’s pity.
“I have much pride,” Agatha said, “But I have to admit that I owe you for helping me. However, my grudge against you made it hard to say the right words. Even so…”
Slowly, Agatha raised her hands and covered Adam’s ears.
She imitated him.
When her hands touched his ears, Adam’s heart skipped a beat.
He stared into her eyes, wondering what she wanted to express. Then, he read the words forming in her mouth.
[“Thank you.”]
Adam didn’t hear her voice. But he was so sure that Agatha thanked him.
The lady pulled back her hands and started to walk out of the narrow alley.
She stopped walking, but she kept her back against Adam. Then she spoke.
“I owe you one, but I hope we will not see each other again, Mr. Adam.”
Then, she walked away.
Adam watched her back until she faded into nothingness.
Alone in the alleyway, Adam could smell Agatha’s scent.
Sweet and alluring.
“I used to devour her,” Adam said, looking at his fist.
A smile slipped out of his red lips.
“But now, it felt like she was the one who devoured me,” he whispered while clenching his fist.
Adam’s chest throbbed.
If it was his scar or his heart, he wasn’t sure. But he knew this one thing – he wanted to meet Agatha again someday, even if that was only a coincidence.
Agatha’s POV When I saw the scar on his chest, the first person I thought of was Mikhail. ‘His father abused him when he was young with a cigarette butt.’ My mind was drifting far away while buying groceries in the Supermarket. It was surprising to meet Mr. Adam. But I couldn’t help thinking about what Sebastian and Dominic talked about before. [“Why don’t you forget Agatha? She’s not in our league anyway. I heard that she was living like a beggar after her father's death. We don’t need a beggar in our circle, Sebastian. Didn’t you hear what happened to her and Mikhail? They broke up and…”] I didn’t hear the rest of it because Mr. Adam covered my ears. Although I hate Mr. Adam, I was sincerely thankful. It would be so unbearable for me to hear how Sebastian answered Dominic. He was my precious best friend. But I knew staying away from him was the best choice. ‘I can’t meet him now in this messy situation.’ I shook my head and tried to focus on my job. ‘Sir Lanceil
Third Person’s POV Lanceil went home feeling tired. He would go straight to his bed and nap before showering. But when he went inside his condominium, he forgot the fatigue. The shock made him feel so alive as he stared at his maid and brother lying on the sofa. “What the hell is this?” Lanceil asked. Agatha and Vincent looked back at him in unison. Agatha’s wet eyes widened while Vincent remained nonchalant. “S-Sir!” Agatha gasped. He pushed Vincent away, and the two of them stood up. Agatha wiped her eyes and stared at the stunned Lanceil. ‘I have to seduce Lanceil, but he caught me lying on the sofa with his brother. Great! I will look like a bitch!’ Agatha complained inwardly. “Oh, brother. You are here,” Vincent greeted casually. Agatha could not believe how he could play it cool when she was trembling in anxiousness. Lanceil finally closed his mouth. He looked alternately at the two before his voice returned. “What did you do to my maid?” Fortunately, it se
The following day, Lanceil and Vincent left the house.Lanceil went to work. As for Vincent, Agatha wasn’t interested at all. She spent another day cleaning around. There was another work because Lanceil asked her to clean the other room so his brother could stay with them.“That dirty sh*t. Why does he have to stay here?!” She angrily put the crab-marinated sauce in the Tupperware while thinking of Vincent. “This is torture.”Agatha was anxious about Vincent. Although Vincent has no clue to prove that Agatha approached Lanceil purposely, she is still bothered. She looked at the crab-marinated sauce in front of her. Lanceil loves this dish. Brett told her that. “What’s the point of cooking his favorite food? He never eats when he’s at home,” Agatha said. Lanceil purposely doesn’t stay home. “I don’t know if he is being a gentleman or just purely cold.”She clicked her tongue. “He doesn’t even remember my name.” Agatha wanted to give up on her mission. And just when she thoug
Agatha’s POV“Yes!” I quickly covered my mouth after shouting out loud. With a bright smile on my face, I sat up while looking at the email I received just now. [“Congratulations, Agatha Samson! You passed the review test for the Joyreed Review Center. Your study time will start as soon as you get your ID from the center. You can choose which time you prefer. Congratulations again! We hope to see you!”] I put my phone on my chest and thanked God for giving me this chance. Now that I can review for the board exam, I will have the chance to take the exam next year. “I can do it.” All of the problems and worries which were bugging my head these past few days disappeared for a moment.Who cares if Lanceil doesn’t fall for me? I still have time. And Vincent? He cannot kick me out even if no matter how much he tries. I don’t need to think about Brett too. That morning when I was so optimistic about my future, I thought nothing would stop me. But when night falls and I finished dres
Third Person’s POVVincent just finished taking a bath. While drying his blonde hair, he walked out of his room and saw the maid outside his brother’s office.Agatha was stomping her feet while covering her face. Vincent thought it was a funny sight. He leaned on the doorsill, opened his bathrobe slightly so his chest would be seen, and then he called Agatha. “What happened to you?” Agatha put down her hands and looked at him. Her face was as red as a tomato. Vincent was certain something happened inside the office. ‘Did she succeed in seducing my brother? But she looks embarrassed,’ Vincent thought. Sneering, Vincent inquired, “What were you doing inside my brother’s office?” Vincent, who was only wearing a bathrobe, asked. Agatha stood straight and was in a grimace.She was so happy at the good news that she passed the review test. Agatha hoped that she would stay happy from morning till midnight. But she embarrassed herself to Lanceil, and now she encountered Vincent. ‘W
Agatha’s POV“Agatha Samson.” “Miss Agatha Samson, your ID was placed in another storage. Please wait a minute as I get it.” The woman stood up and went in to get my ID that I will use to study in the review center. I was so happy when I received the email that I passed, and when my boss allowed me to study while working at the same time.“It was almost the best day for me.” Not until Vincent wrecked my mood with his perverted antics and arrogance. [“Right now, I am seducing you. If you want money, then date me instead. Stay away from my brother. You didn’t know how much he suffered before. Don’t give me a fuck, lady.”] But somehow, I couldn’t blame him for hating me and for trying to kick me out of Lanceil’s house. After all, I went there to seduce his older brother. ‘The only reason why Vincent kept my secret was because he was enjoying tormenting me physically.’ That bastard rubbed his d*ck on my ass and then threw money on my face. Hah! I should have punched him in the fa
Third Person’s POV Although Agatha wasn’t sure if Lanceil would come home and eat dinner in the condo, she still took time to go to the market and buy ingredients. This time, she will cook a Smoke Salmon Trasta. Brett told her that it was one of Lanceil’s favorite dishes. ‘He knew a lot about my boss. He could just seduce him instead,’ Agatha thought while walking back to the condo. Nevertheless, Agatha doesn’t want to hope that Lanceil will eat her cooking. It’s been almost a month, but her seducing tactics never worked. Standing in front of the condo, Agatha saw the female neighbor next door. She is the creepy woman who always wears a cap and mask. But this time, she was wearing nothing to conceal her face. Her skin was as white as snow, Agatha thought that this person lacks Vitamin D. When the woman looked back and their gazes met, Agatha greeted, “Hi.” Holding huge luggage, the woman stared at Agatha. “Are we close?” she asked Agatha. Physically, they were sta
“Did you cook Smoke Salmon Trasta?” Agatha stopped and looked back at her boss. Sitting up on the sofa, Lanceil was looking at her. She had a hard time answering as she didn’t expect Lanceil to know that she was watching him for a long time. “Y-Yes. I cooked Smoke Salmon Trasta.” Lanceil frowned. Was it a coincidence that this lady knows all his favorites? The only person who knew this was his dead wife, Olive. Lanceil stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Seeing him enter the kitchen, Agatha couldn’t help but ask, “Are you going to eat dinner, Sir?” Lanceil halted. He looked at Agatha, but he never responded. Instead, Lanceil just perched down and stared at the food on the table. ‘Smoke Salmon Trasta.’ He wondered if the taste was the same as his wife’s cooking. And so, he picked up a spoon and had a taste of Agatha’s cooking. His eyes widened. The recipe is the same! Lanceil felt nostalgic for eating something that really resembles his wife’s cooking. His heart was e