Chapter 14: Chapter 14

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 standing close to each other. But this is the first time Agatha had a courage to greet her.

“N-No,” Agatha said. “I just wanted to say hi.”

“Then don’t do it next time.”

In her sharp gaze, Agatha felt the lady’s deadly aura, the hairs on her skin marched up.

Agatha watched the woman pull the big luggage inside her condo unit and closed the door with a loud bang.

Bam!

Agatha stepped back, scowling and grunting. She glared at the door, and said, “What a creepy neighbor.”

She shook her head and entered Lanceil’s condo.

Because she was in haste, Agatha didn’t notice the small drop of red in front of the mysterious lady’s door.

It was a droplet of blood from the luggage.

“Cleaning the body is the hardest task,” the lady said as he leaned on the door and looked at her hands.

On the other side, Agatha heard voices of man and woman from the living room as soon as she went inside the condominium.

[“Ahhh! Ahhh! Fuck!”]

‘What was that?’

Agatha walked toward the living room and peeked at what the hell was going on. Then, she was surprised to see Vincent lying down on the sofa while watching porn in the living room’s television.

[“Ahhh~ Ahh, shit! Deeper! Ahhh!”

“Fuck! You are so tight! Ugh!”

“My p*ssy is so wet for you! Ahh!”]

From the screen, there was a naked man, and a woman f*cking inside the car.

Agatha was so speechless, but her mind did plenty of yelling toward Vincent. ‘He is really insane?!’

Why would he watch porn in the living room when he can do it inside his room?!

The suspect of this indecent behavior looked at the maid. Agatha’s face was so red that she tried her best not to look at the lewd scene on the large TV screen.

Nonetheless, Vincent didn’t care and continued watching.

‘He’s doing this on purpose!’ Agatha figured out Vincent’s intention for watching porn in the living room.

Biting her lower lip, Agatha walked closer to Vincent while keeping her eyes off the television.

Even though she wasn’t looking, she could hear everything, the moans, the wet sounds of flesh clapping, and the dirty curses from the porn actors.

“Sir Vincent,” Agatha called.

Vincent looked upon her with a remote in his hand.

“What?” he replied casually.

“Can you please turn off the TELEVISION? Or you can watch another film.”

He sat up and cleared his ear with his pinky.

“Was f*cking in car boring? Then should I watch porn that includes a maid and her boss? Maybe you might learn something from it.”

Agatha felt the rising irritation going to her nape.

‘I will die from a heart attack, sooner or later,’ she thought.

Instead of asking Vincent to turn it off, Agatha realized that she should just ignore him and go to the kitchen.

“Stop blocking the television. If you wanted to work, then work. Don’t bother me,” Vincent said.

Agatha clenched her fists as she took a deep breath.

Who bothers who?

She rolled her eyes, held the grocery bags tightly, and jolted towards the kitchen.

Inwardly, she cursed at Vincent a thousand times. She couldn’t believe that a pervert like him exists in the world!

“I really wanted to kill that guy,” Agatha trembled in madness while looking in the living room’s direction.

From the kitchen, she couldn’t see the television anymore. But she could still the faint sound from the porn Vincent watches.

[“Ahhh, ahh Sir! Do it rough!”

“You want me to spank you? Huh?”

“Sir, ahh, ahh, don’t… don’t lick me there! Ahh!”

“You are overflowing with juices, hmmm~ So sweet~”

“Ahhh! No! Ahhh Sir!”]

Agatha had a hard time cooking dinner while listening to the moans inside the house.

Time passed by, and thankfully, Vincent decided to stop watching porn.

Peculiarly, he didn’t approach Agatha and tease her. Vincent went out of the house, wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses.

‘Maybe he’s going to party just like what he always does,’ Agatha thought happily.

But when she heard the door open, Agatha scowled. She thought Vincent forgot something and came back.

However, after the sound of the closing door, there was silence inside the house.

‘It wasn’t Vincent?’

Curious, Agatha tiptoed and walked towards the living room.

She saw her boss lying down on the sofa with a long face. He took off his necktie, massaged his temple and while his eyes were closed, he mumbled, “Damn tiring.”

Agatha stood there and watched Lanceil from afar.

Lanceil looks tired, but in Agatha’s eyes, he looks damn sexy. She had to admit that hardworking men like Lanceil were her ideal type.

‘I shouldn’t bother him tonight and let him rest,’ Agatha considered.

She was planning on leaving him alone and going to her room, but Lanceil opened his eyes and saw her.

“Did you cook Smoke Salmon Trasta?”