“Finally. I met you,” Agatha said to Brett, who appeared after ruining her date with Lanceil in the orphanage. “Did you miss me so bad?” Brett asked, laughing. Agatha rolled her eyes. It’s not that she missed him. She was annoyed that Brett didn’t explain anything to her after he suddenly appeared in the orphanage. “We have a lot to talk, Master,” Agatha said. “Save it later. It’s holiday.” “What?” Agatha knows that today is a holiday. But wasn’t Brett interested in hearing reports about her mission? ‘He looks so desperate when he came to the orphanage!’ Agatha complained in her head. “Didn’t you call me to hear my reports?” “I will hear that later. For now, I am giving you a day off.” “Which part of this is my day off?” she said, raising one of her brows. “Because we’re going out to relax!” He announced, opening his arms widely.Agatha blinked apathetically, which, entertained Brett even more. He must be having so much fun annoying her and seeing her bored face right afte

Vincent brought a citrus canned juice. He was planning to give it to Agatha, even though their relationship was bad. ‘I’ll throw this to that idiot maid,’ he said to himself while opening the door of the condo.He walked toward her room and was about to knock on the door, but Vincent hesitated. ‘What would I say?’ he asked himself. Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to give it to her because he felt guilty. There were times when he purposely made Agatha’s job as a maid very difficult. To tease her, he deliberately spilled the milk in the kitchen. Not only that, but he also even stained his und*rgarments and the bed sheets with his sem*n, because he knew she’d be too embarrassed to wash those.So, when Agatha fell sick, Vincent blamed himself. He looked at the juice in his hand. He heard footsteps coming closer, so he dropped the juice and then walked out of the condo. When he reached outside, Vincent realized why he bought the juice for Agatha. ‘I am getting interested in her i

Money was God to Adam. He didn’t care when everyone called him the villain, because they had no idea what he had gone through before reaching his position. To escape from poverty, Adam became a violent and ruthless businessman. He really believed he would not change. "Please! I'll pay you soon! Please, Sir! Don't do this to me," the old lady begged Adam while she was on her knees.Her hands, covered with wrinkled skins that witnessed decades, grabbed the hemline of Adam’s pants. When she bowed down, big droplets of tears fell on the ground.“I beg you, please,” she pleaded, crying in her throaty voice.Usually, Adam would not feel empathy toward borrowers who failed to pay their debts. However, he could not stop thinking about what happened yesterday in the coffee shop. Yesterday, Adam went to a coffee shop to meet a business partner. While waiting, he suddenly heard a familiar voice. He tilted his head and saw Agatha talking with a friend.[“I am sure that’s not the only thing you

After the insane encounter with Mr. Adam, I headed back home. The Grim brothers weren’t home, which was a good thing. I still don’t know how to face Sir Lanceil after catching him m*sturbating while calling my name, and after I did the same, which brought me shame. ‘I am really attracted to him, emotionally and physically.’On the other hand, dealing with the weird Vincent is another thing. He was having fun teasing me before, but now, he looks like he was avoiding me. ‘I am thankful he does.’ Then, there was also Mr. Brett who kept bugging in my head. Let’s add my best friend Sebastian who will attend the same review center starting tonight. And last, Mr. Adam. I looked at the shoes he lent to me. “What was that childish kiss for?” It’s best to ignore that. Come to think of it. I was surrounded by men who gave nothing but trouble. “I miss hanging out with my girlfriends.” On second thought, I don’t have GIRL-FRIENDS.They all left me after I lost my wealth. The only frie

It was raining. Lanceil looked out the window and wondered if Agatha brought an umbrella with her. He was worried she might get sick again. “She says a nonsense thing when she’s sick,” Lanceil said before he grabbed an umbrella. There were two umbrellas in the living room. But Lanceil purposely grabbed one. ‘But what will I say to Agatha if she sees me waiting for her near the bus stop?’ Lanceil thought of any excuse he could use while he was on his way out of the condo. “Good evening.”He only stopped when his neighbor greeted him. Lanceil looked at the quiet girl living next door. She was the person who brought Agatha when she was sick. Wanting to show his gratitude, Lanceil greeted her back. “Good evening.” He doesn’t sit well with that weird neighbor, so he decided to simply pass by after greeting. But surprisingly, the quiet girl spoke more than usual. “About your maid.” Lanceil turned around and met Maxine’s gaze. “How is she?” Lanceil’s guts instinctively activated