Agatha and Lanceil walked inside the elevator.

Ding!

When the door closed, she pulled back away from him and lowered her gaze.

“I AM REALLY SORRY, SIR. That man is my best friend. But he doesn’t know that I am working as a maid. I lied to him and said that I am living with my relatives and…”

He raised his hand and tilted her chin up. “Stop.”

His thumb grazed over her lips and pressed, parting her mouth. Agatha almost bit his fingers but stopped herself in time.

“You don’t need to apologize. There are things that we wanted to keep by ourselves.”

Hearing his words, the stirring emotions,...