Chapter 44: Chapter 44

Agatha’s POV

I could tell that man wasn’t lying when he said that he is the owner of this mall. But I would never believe that man fell for me at first sight.

‘I am pretty, I know that.’

But such proposal would sound nothing but idiocy.

“What a crazy man,” I said while jolting as far as away from the ice cream shop.

Ting!

At the same time, the text I was waiting for had come.

[“Agatha where are you? I am in the O.I ice cream shop.”]

She pulled the brake on her feet and exclaimed silently. Among all places, why did Sebastian choose to meet there?

Agatha rolled her eyes as she typed a reply.

[“I am begging you, Sebastian. Anywhere, but not there.”]

Sebastian was easy to talk to. Therefore, Agatha avoided meeting Lawrence again and went to a Sushi restaurant instead.

She’s not a fan of sushi, though. Sebastian is.

There are less people inside the restaurant. Aside from that, Sebastian got an exclusive private room.

“Why are you so late?” Agatha complained.

“Sorry. Traffic jam.”

“You won’t believe what happened to me before.”

“Drop it, lady. I am ready to listen.”

“No. It’s a long story. To make it short, it was crazy. Anyway, let’s get to the point.”

Agatha leaned closer and looked directly into Sebastian’s eyes.

“Why did your uncle think that my dad was murdered? Tell me everything.”

Sebastian began to explain to Agatha what his Uncle found during the investigation.

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Lanceil just finished his bath. Unlike a normal day, he went back home earlier than usual.

Vincent promised that he would move out of his house one month from now on. But Lanceil wanted to create an opportunity where he can be alone with Agatha.

Lanceil has no intention of touching Agatha without her permission. Even if he was attracted to her emotionally and physically, he’s still a gentleman who would not force a lady to do something out of her will.

He just wants to have a good time with Agatha.

Waiting for Agatha to come home, Lanceil sat on the sofa. Then, he saw the washed clothes on the sofa bed.

“She needs to fold these after cooking,” he murmured.

Therefore, the man who hired a maid because he doesn’t have the time to clean, started folding the clothes.

Right now, he doesn’t look like a boss who was waiting for his maid to come home, but a man who’s trying to lessen his wife’s household chores.

That won’t sink in his mind, of course. It will be hard to put this idea inside a widower’s head.

“I am doing this because she got sick before. The doctor said that she must not force herself with loads of work in the meantime,” Lanceil used this as his excuse.

A few minutes later, when he had almost finished folding all of the clothes, he heard the door open and close with a thud.

The anticipation built behind his widened eyes as he looked closely in the direction of the entrance.

Soon, Agatha came into his view.

“Sir Lanceil?” Agatha gasped.

Lanceil stood up. “Oh, h-hi.”

“I didn’t know that you were home. I walked out to meet someone. But I cleaned the house, don’t worry.”

Agatha put her bag on the sofa.

“Do you want to eat something? I will cook for dinner.”

Agatha was about to go to the kitchen, but Lanceil held her arm. He pulled her and looked into her messy face.

“Did you cry?”

She was surprised. How did Lanceil know that she cried?

“Your eyes are soggy. What happened?”

Wordless, Agatha bit her lower lip.

A moment ago, Sebastian told her what his Uncle found in the investigation. Some clues indicated that her father was really murdered. Agatha felt so hurt after finding out that someone killed her loving Dad!

“Tell me. What happened?” Lanceil asked.

If there’s someone who can comfort Agatha, she knows that Lanceil can.

Yet, she mustn’t tell him the truth or else, Lanceil would find that she faked her identity.

“Nothing, Sir,” she said, shaking Lanceil’s hand. “I am fine. Please give me some time. I had to change my clothes.”

Agatha strode to her room and locked herself for a couple of hours.

It pained Lanceil that Agatha doesn’t trust him at all.

When Agatha felt okay, she walked out of her room and pretended that she was fine.

She saw her boss watching the National Geographic channel on television.

“Sir?”

Lanceil turned back.

“Do you want to eat dinner?” she asked.

He observed Agatha. Somehow, he noticed some changes in her. She doesn’t blush just like she used to do, and she became expressionless.

‘How can I let ask her to confide her worries to me?’ Lanceil wondered.

“Miss Agatha.”

“Yes?”

“Would you mind sitting next to me?”

Lanceil closed the television and tapped the space next to him.

Even if Agatha wanted to avoid Lanceil, she had to follow him as her boss. So, she approached Lanceil and sat next to him.

“I told you before that there are things that we cannot share with other people, right?” he said.

Agatha didn’t answer and just stared at the floor.

“I have many things I wanted to keep to myself either,” Lanceil added.

Slowly, Agatha stared at her boss.

“I thought it would be better to keep the pain alone. But I was wrong. Keeping the pain is like creating an atomic bomb. The more you keep it in, the more it becomes fatal. You’ll just explode one day and hurt everyone around you.”

“…”

“I am not saying that you should share it to me.”

Lanceil raised his hand and touched Agatha’s hand.

His warmth brought a tingling feeling inside Agatha’s chest. And when she met his gaze, she realized that getting rid of her feelings for Lanceil was a futile dream.

“But I wanted you to know that you’re allowed to show your feelings. Keep the words by yourself, but not the emotions. Okay?”

Agatha held his hand tight as she smiled at him while nodding her head.

“Good girl.”

Chuckling, Lanceil brought his free hand on the top of her head and ruffled her hair.

Agatha’s shoulder elevated up.

She lifted her gaze. Lanceil looked down at her.

When their eyes locked at each other, the hidden desires took over.

Lanceil stared at Agatha’s lips. They were slightly parted as if inviting him to come closer and have a taste.

The two of them are alone in the house. They imagined countless times how good it would be to share each other’s warmth, and maybe, JUST MAYBE, today is the day they’ve been waiting for.

No words, Lanceil moved closer to Agatha. He tilted his head, and Agatha did the same. They looked at each other and were drawn in the heat.

Breathing went heavy.

The noses barely touched, and their breaths mingled.

‘Is this how I succeed in the plan? A kiss from him?’ Agatha wondered as she closed her eyes.

Just a little bit and their lips would collide. But…

Ding dong~

The doorbell ruined the mood!

The two of them moved away from each other. They were catching their breath as if they came after a long run.

Ding dong~

At the second ringing of the bell, Lanceil stood up. He was so annoyed.

“I got this,” he said.

“N-No, Sir! I will check it!” Agatha, the maid, quickly got up and ran towards the door.

Even though she said she got this, Lanceil still would like to see the bastard who disturbed them.

Agatha opened the door without checking the security monitor screen. As soon as she opened it, she saw a very familiar man, whom she met just this morning.

The man’s hazelnut eyes shone, and their radiance makes anyone who sees it feel the irresistible impulse to smile too. He has pale skin, thick brows and freckles on his straight sharp-blade nose.

He is no other than…

“Mr. Lawrence?” Agatha called his name.

“Oh, hi, Agatha. Nice to see you again.”

At that time, Lanceil arrived. “Who are you?”

“Good afternoon,” Lawrence greeted Lanceil. “I am Mr. Lawrence Lozeno.”

“Lawrence? You mean the owner of Haysome Mall?” Lanceil replied.

“Yes. I came here for Miss Agatha.”

“M-Me?” Agatha asked, pointing at herself.

“What do you want from her?” Lanceil interrogated.

“My purpose for coming is simple. I am here to have a talk with my…” Lawrence cast a look at Agatha, and he smiled sweetly. “… my pretty fiancée,” he added.