Chapter 46: Chapter 46

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, how will he do that? He’s not even sure if Agatha would like to marry a rich and good-looking guy like Lawrence.

“I need to ask her opinion first.”

11:30 p.m.

Lanceil moved out of bed, knowing Agatha would come back home from the review center at this time. And he was right.

Lanceil saw Agatha in the kitchen. She was cleaning the dishes that she had left before.

He walked towards Agatha with feet as light as a feather. When he stood behind her, he cleared his throat.

“Ahem.”

The sponge slipped off Agatha’s hands. Hunching her shoulder, she turned around and saw Lanceil.

“S-Sir,” she called.

Lanceil pointed to the refrigerator. “I’m thirsty.”

“Ahhhh, I see. Go ahead, Sir.”

As the conversation turned awkward, Lanceil silently opened the fridge, while Agatha continued washing the dishes.

‘How can I start the conversation?’ Lanceil thought hard. Then, he noticed the canned orange juice inside the fridge.

As far as he remembered, this juice is his brother’s favorite citrus drink. When Vincent was young, he used to get sick more often, so Lancel brought him citrus juice before.

“Who bought this?” Lanceil asked.

When Agatha turned around, she saw him holding a canned juice that she bought for Vincent.

“I bought it, Sir,” she said.

Lanceil closed the door of the fridge. Scowling, he inquired, “Why did you buy a lot of this?”

The real reason? It was because she accidentally drank Vincent’s precious juice. She wanted to pay him back by buying a lot of them, that’s why she bought them.

“I heard that Sir Vincent likes that juice. So, I bought a lot,” Agatha answered, not knowing how Lanceil would react to this.

“So, you bought them for him?” A low growl came out of Lanceil’s lips.

As she was about to say no, Lanceil didn’t give her allotted time to answer, for he added, “Since when did you get close with my brother?”

“WE’RE NOT CLOSE,” she said without hesitation.

Lanceil’s mood shifted so fast, and he smiled. “Is that so?” he murmured, quite satisfied.

“Also, I didn’t buy it just for him. It’s for everyone,” Agatha reassured him.

“Then, I can have it too?”

“But it’s really late. Do you think it’s okay to drink juice late at night?”

The usual Lanceil would agree that drinking juice late at night won’t be good for his health. Still, he needs a reason so he could stay a little bit longer with Agatha.

“I usually drink j-juice at night,” he lied, opening the lid, and drinking it right away. ‘It’s so sour,’ he complained inwardly.

“Isn’t that sour?” she asked out of pure concern.

“N-No,” he lied again and took another sip. Too nervous, Lanceil accidentally spilled some on his shirt. “Damn it.”

Agatha knew more than anyone else that her boss was a clean freak. She quickly washed her hands and offered, “I’ll get you a new shirt, Sir.”

“You don’t need to get a shirt from my room.”

“No, I mean, there are some clothes on the rack. I can get it.”

“I am not a baby,” Lanceil protested. “I got this.”

Suddenly, Lanceil took off his shirt in front of her, showing his well-built tanned upper body.

Stunned, Agatha widened her eyes and swallowed her dry saliva. This wasn’t the first time he saw his body, because she already saw him all when he was bathing and mast*rbating while calling her name. But seeing it close and with his permission, made Agatha’s mind swirl.

Lanceil saw Agatha’s red face. Somehow, he loved seeing that expression and wanted to tease her more, which is something a boss would not do to his employee. What to do? He doesn’t see her as his employee anymore.

“This is much better,” Lanceil said, leaning on the sink and moving closer.

Which part of it is better?

Agatha’s heart was beating so fast, and it was difficult for her to find the urge to look at his body and fantasize about it. If this view appears in her dream, she will welcome it with open arms.

“Agatha.”

“Y-Yes, Sir?” Agatha answered, trying her best not to look at his body.

“About your fiancé.”

When he brought up Lawrence, her shoulders stiffened.

“What happened? Did your father really sign a deal with him?”

Agatha practiced how to answer this question for the umpteenth time. So glad she did.

“Yes. But it’s all right. I rejected him. I won’t marry that guy, Sir.”

Actually, Agatha didn’t make a promise to Lawrence. Her sole goal was to prevent Lawrence from exposing her identity to Lanceil.

On the other hand, a smile almost crept out on Lanceil’s lips. He was happy to hear that.

“Why not? He’s handsome and he looks rich too,” he teased.

“Sir, you are handsome and rich too. Does it mean I need to marry you?”

Agatha looked at Lanceil, and when she saw his red face, she realized how stupid she was for asking the question. She couldn’t prevent being sarcastic and failed to control her lips all because she was annoyed.

“I-I’m sorry, Sir. I am… j-joking.”

“I see,” he murmured, scratching his neck.

They both looked away from each other and breathed in and out. A few seconds later, Lanceil broke the silence by asking, “You don’t want to marry someone without love. Is that what you wanted to say?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Then right now, do you have someone you like?”

Agatha didn’t reply.

Curious why, Lanceil examined her expression. She was looking at the blank space as if thinking hard about this.

Next, she stared at him.

“I think I like you, Sir.”