Secretly Loving You's

Ch 19 - Reasons to Send a Chat

"Sir? Did you sleep? Can you accompany me?"

It only takes a second to get the message sent. I read that message again. Read the sentences one by one. The consciousness comes.

Holy jeez!! I am so stupid!! Why would I send a message like this? Impressed like a seductress!! Very unethical!!

I shook my head and tried to delete the message quickly. Too late! The message has a blue tick, which indicates the recipient has read it!!

"Ware!! The gawat!! Armand sir read it!! How's this?!!" I spontaneously got out of bed and started walking back and forth in that 28-square-meter space.

I bite my lips. For a moment the fear was gone, replaced by the panic of imagining Mr. Armand's reaction.

Second, two seconds. It's been a minute, but the reply I imagined would soon be received never come. In fact, the message was read only. There's no reply. What did he think when he read my message?! Would he think I was trying to flirt?

I began to bite my nails while staring at the rectangular-shaped object. Occasionally there was the sound of teeth grinding. Habits that are difficult to get rid of when nervousness comes along.

Several times the chat application I open closed to ensure there are no incoming messages. But still nil.

Maybe he didn't read it. Maybe he had slept and woke up at a glance hearing the sound of a cell phone. Maybe after that he went to sleep again and forgot the message that had been read. Yeah, maybe it's like that.

I deleted the message. A sigh of relief just slid away. Panic distracts me from fear, so my body unconsciously returns to bed.

Not a minute had my back touched the soft expanse of the mattress when I heard a familiar voice calling out.

"bah? Arsha?"

I know the owner of that voice. Sexy low-pitched baritone voice. A sound that can make my hair goosebumps. Not because of fear, but because of the vibration that I can't contain.

"Arsha? Ar?!"

"Ah, yes sir!" The emphasis in her tone made me gasp so subconsciously this lip replied.

Every footstep that brought me closer to her, made me rack my brain. Thinking, what good reason will I use later?

Arriving at the door of the liaison, the reason I did not get. I take a deep breath. Gluing hand grips. Smile widely. Put on the look as clean as possible. And I opened the door wide.

"Yes, Sir?"

Ah, as always. These eyes immediately stupefied. Why does this guy always seem to shine? He only wears a black training suit. Sandaled clasps. Hair with red eyes. Characteristics of people who have just woken up from sleep. However, Mr. Armand still looks amazingly handsome.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yes?"

"You sent this chat." Mr. Armand picked up the phone and showed me the chat I deleted. "There was a chat. Before it's pulled."

"C-chat? Ah, that chat? Ah, i-it ...."

"You asked me to accompany you. Is there a problem?" He asked as he looked at the room area. Within two seconds, his vision had scanned all visible sightings.

"Where's your roommate?" continued. This time his eyes were blasphemous. Makes me powerless to retaliate.

"Ah. He hasn't arrived yet, sir ...."

Two seconds quiet. He seems to be drawing conclusions from what he saw. I racked my brain to find excuses. My pride will hurt if he knows the real reason.

"So, is this why you're sending a chat like that?"

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