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
“Thank you for arranging a time to meet me.” Sebastian and Mikhail were inside a VIP room in a Japanese restaurant. None of them were fans of Japanese food. And that’s more the reason why they chose this place. Because they don’t want to enjoy eating lunch together. “I really wanted to meet you again and curse at you once more,” Sebastian added, glaring at Agatha’s ex-fiance. Mikhail took a sip of his tea. His elegant movements showcased his status as the only heir of the Hamington group. Whereas on the other side, Sebastian, who was the heir of Hopkins corporation, was wearing a plain shirt and ripped pants. Despite the difference between their outfits, they are in the same league. “Since we haven’t enjoyed each other’s company since day one, I will make this quick,” Mikhail said. “Are you really dating Agatha?” Sebastian chuckled sardonically. “F*cking assh*le. After abandoning Agatha, you have the least right to ask that question. Okay, let’s make it quick.” Sebastia
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
Third Person’s POV It will be a four-day field trip. Working as a maid, Agatha knew it was impossible for her boss to allow her to go. More than that, Agatha and Lanceil hadn’t met again after the night she confessed. Lanceil was busy at work again – a reality that would not change. “Hey.” Agatha looked at Vincent. When was the last time she saw him? When he was searching for the orange juice Agatha drank accidentally. Vincent hardly comes because he stayed at his friend’s apartment. “You came back from the review center?” he asked. “I did.” “You’re late.” “I always come back late. That is my schedule.” “Wasn’t it hard? Working and studying at the same time?” Agatha scowled. Why is he being so kind these past few days? “It is hard. So, if you may excuse me. I wanted to go in my room and rest.” “Wait.” “What?” “Were you the one who stored orange juice in the fridge?” ‘That’s why he’s kind. He was thankful,’ having these thoughts, Agatha answered, “Yeah. I
“I w-was joking. You told me that it was big!” “What’s big?” Vincent and Agatha’s hearts fell out of their chests as they turned around to Lanceil, who had just come back from work. “What are you guys talking about?” Lanceil interrogated. The two unconsciously looked at the thing that they were talking about. It is located at the lower part of Lanceil’s body. “What’s big?” he asked again. Vincent and Agatha diverted their eyes back to Lanceil’s face in unison. It’ll be a major problem if Lanceil finds out that they were talking about his thing. Therefore, Agatha thought of an excuse. “W-We were talking about what to eat for breakfast tomorrow. Vincent said he wanted a big sausage.” “Sausage?” Lanceil asked. And it sank into her mind; that the excuse she made was ridiculous. Vincent quickly turned around and covered his mouth. He wanted to laugh so badly, but he needed to suppress it. On the other side, Agatha would like to disappear into thin air. “Then go ahead and h
Third Person’s POV“These are the people who benefited from your father’s death.” Sebastian showed the list of people who worked with Agatha’s father in the past. The two of them were inside a cat café, investigating Agatha’s father’s possible murder case. “If we tried to analyze each of them, we might find a clue to see who is most likely the suspect,” Sebastian narrowed. Agatha studied the lists of names along with the pictures of them. Among them, she recognized Mikhail’s father. “Mikhail’s dad?” she asked, pointing at the picture. “Ahhh, y-yeah,” Sebastian said, then he drank his bubble tea. “He was your father ex-partner, so I included him to the lists.” Agatha tilted her head. It was grueling to imagine that her ex-fiance’s father would kill her father, so she excluded him right away. “Thanks for always helping me, Sebastian,” she thanked. “You talked as if I am a stranger. Helping you is the most natural thing to do. I appreciate your ‘Thank you’, but hey, you don’t nee
Third Person’s POVThe first day of the field trip. When Agatha hopped onto the bus, her groupmates were already there. She was the last one to arrive in fact. Agatha looked around the bus to see who came and who did not. Unfortunately, her ex-fiance was present. ‘He’s really annoying,’ Agatha thought, rolling her eyes until she saw Sebastian at the end of her gaze. “Here! Agatha! I reserved you a seat!” Sebastian said while waving his hand. Right now, he looks like an excited kid who is looking forward to the trip. His appearance was a breath of fresh air for Agatha. She’s so glad Sebastian attends the same Review School. Carrying her backpack, Agatha sat next to Sebastian. “Do you want to sit next to the window?” Sebastian offered as he knew that Agatha has trouble riding on a bus. “You sure?” Agatha asked. “Sure. I’m fine. Let’s exchange seats.”“Thanks.” She sat next to the window and looked at Sebastian’s backpack. “Dude, what did you bring? Are you finally thinking of