"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

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

“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

“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

Agatha’s POV “The new professor is really good. I learned a lot from his lesson. Literature bores me a lot. But he discussed it well. I am so glad he came.” Sebastian spouted praises toward our new Professor. If he knows who that guy is, he will regret complimenting him, I swear. “Oh right, about the field trip, are you going to come?” I stopped walking, and so did Sebastian. Lawrence is a good teacher, I admitted that. But I really could not understand why we need to go on a field trip when we were so busy reviewing for the board exams. ‘Is he nuts?’ I think there’s no point asking the obvious question. “My Auntie won’t allow me to come, I guess,” I said as an excuse. “Do you want me to persuade her?” “No. Just let it be. I don’t like going in trip by the way.” “Really? But I heard that the professor would sign a recommendation letter for us if we come to this field trip.” “WHAT?!” That f*cking rich b*stard. He really knew how to lure me. “If you have a prof