Chapter 26: Chapter 26

Maxine, a hired killer, read the text message she received from her boss.

[“You did a good job. We have already sent the money to your account. Just make sure that they won’t find the corpse.]

There was no guilt reflecting on her face while she looked at the message. When she was about to put her phone inside her pocket, the elevator door and she bumped into a girl.

Thud.

Her phone fell to the ground.

Hastily, Maxine looked at the woman who was now looking at the screen on her phone!

‘Shit!’

What will Maxine do if ever the woman finds her identity as a hired killer? The answer is simple. She would kill her right away. However…

“Shit,” the woman, Agatha, cursed before she fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Maxine caught her in her arms and looked at her with widened eyes.

“What the…”

She never intended to help Agatha. In fact, she was already planning how to dispose of Agatha. However, Maxine isn’t completely merciless.

Agatha is still young.

Maxine doesn’t want to end a young woman. She would like to give Agatha another chance. That chance depends on if Agatha saw the text message or not.

Maxine brought Agatha in a bridal way. Despite being a woman, she is stronger than any normal men out there.

“Corpse is still heavier than you,” she whispered.

She brought Agatha in front of Lanceil’s condominium. Maxine gently let Agatha sit on the floor, and she leaned her head against the wall.

‘Should I call her employer or not?’ Maxine hesitated while standing in front of the door.

Taking a deep breath, she fixed her cap and pressed the doorbell.

Ding dong~ Ding dong~

No one answered her from inside. However, Maxine heard heavy footsteps coming in their way. When she tilted her head, she saw Lanceil running towards their side.

As soon as Lanceil went nearby, he sat down and checked Agatha’s condition.

“Agatha? Agatha?! Are you alright?”

Perturbed, he looked up to Maxine and asked her, “What happened to her?”

Maxine tried to hide her face using the cap she was wearing.

“She lost consciousness in the elevator. She’s running a fever.”

Lanceil checked her temperature.

“Shit. She’s really sick.” Looking back at Maxine, he expressed his gratitude. “Thank you so much.

“No big deal,” Maxine replied. “You should bring her to the hospital.”

“Y-Yeah. I will do that.”

Maxine turned around and went back to her condominium.

Lanceil grabbed his phone and dialed the emergency hotline. While the line was ringing, he cast a look to Maxine’s condo and wondered why she looks damn familiar.

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Lanceil took Agatha to the hospital. He got her a VIP room and he asked the director of the hospital to look at Agatha exclusively.

Fortunately, Agatha doesn’t have a terminal illness.

“It’s over fatigue,” the doctor informed Lanceil.

“Over fatigue?” Lanceil repeated.

Lanceil recalled the day when he and Agatha volunteered in the orphanage. He thought that Agatha pushed her limit and worked so hard.

“Over fatigue,” he repeated for the second time as he looked at the unconscious woman lying down on the bed.

“But you don’t need to worry,” the doctor reassured, “I already gave her medicine, so she’ll feel better tomorrow. The medicine will make her dizzy during the process so if she wakes up, either she needs to drink water or take a pee, please look over your girlfriend.”

‘My girlfriend?’ Lanceil gasped inwardly.

His mouth opened, and he was about to deny the accusation. But… he liked the idea.

Lanceil subconsciously loved it.

And that’s why he couldn’t say anything about it.

It was a secret that only his heart could recognize, but his brain could not.

“Yes, I will take care of her,” he said, instead of denying it.

The doctor left Lanceil inside the VIP room. He sat at the edge of the bed while watching Agatha – a woman who brought storm in his emotion.

He watched the gentle rising and falling of her chest and listened to her breathing which became a melody in his ears.

The light from the lamp fell upon her face, sweet, luminous, and angelic.

Just staring at her fast asleep, he stretched out his finger and poked her soft cheek.

“Mmm.”

Lanceil instantly retracted his hand and frowned. His heart started racing strangely.

In the past, Lanceil’s heart would beat faster than usual when he would see Agatha, but it didn’t seem to be as strong as it was today.

The sensation of his heart beating so hard that felt like it’d pop out had taken over his entire body.

Looking at her sleeping face, he stood there like a statue for a while.

He was confused.

When he saw Agatha lying unconsciously on the floor, he felt so scared.

Is that how an employer acts around his employee?

Lanceil knew there was something more than that.

Lanceil looked at her pale face with cold sweat and held her hand. His own fingertips were sweating.

‘What do I really want from you?’ he asked the question to himself.

He didn’t know. He just wanted to be by her side right now.

Lanceil brushed his fingertips over her forehead which was damp with sweat, touching his palm over it to feel her temperature.

Then, his gentle hand swept down to her temples, then down her cheeks in a caress.

As he did this, with one knee on the bed, he gradually leaned down.

They were the only two people in the room, so no one could stop him.

His other hand, with veins protruding slightly, was on the bed next to her face.

While he approached closer, the bed creaked under his weight.

The tips of their noses touched slightly but soon came apart. Lacneil’s eyes had only her face in his sight.

Then, Agatha exhaled a prolonged breath. In her deep sleep, her hot breath blew over his face and dispersed.

Blink.

His rich black eyelashes moved slowly, then he tilted his head to the side.

He leaned back and watched her toss and turn, then sigh.

As he sat on the bed next to her, Agatha was still the only one in his eyes.

His hand, which was on her cheek, went down and touched the scorching base of her neck—then he could feel a prickly sensation.

It was an unfamiliar sensation that he also felt when Agatha first cooked him food for dinner.

For the first time in his life, he wondered what something would taste like as he stared at her nape.

As his calloused hand moved away from the soft skin of her nape, even as it was clammy, her neck looked like the flesh of a ripened peach.

His lips opened slightly, and out came his tongue that licked his red lips and disappeared.

Gulp.

His throat felt indescribably dry.

Even as he didn’t want his touch to be separated from her, he slowly moved his hand away and stared at his open palm.

It was glistening with beads of Agatha’s sweat, and on impulse, he brought a fingertip to his lips and licked it.

The salty taste bloomed inside his mouth.

He licked the rest of his fingers slowly, from the base of his hand to the very end of his fingertips.

‘So, what do I want?’

It was the same question that he had already asked himself. Lanceil’s gaze grew heavy.

There was only one thought, that flashed like gold.

“…I want her.”

‘How do I want her?’

His gaze meandered back to Lanceil, then he murmured—

“I want to devour her.”

It wasn’t enough just to have her. He wanted to eat every single part of her.

He wanted to lick everything and stop her tears from going to any other place.

But, more… he needed more than that… deeper… more…

His red lips glistened, both his saliva and her bodily fluids fusing together.

“I want her to be mine.”

Lanceil now had a definite answer. He realized what relationship he wanted with her.