Agatha Anderson
Agatha Anderson

I'm not sure this is called coincidence. Destiny?

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The man sat behind his desk staring at a portrait in his right hand. Portrait of a group of young people in a social organization,

Portrait taken seven or eight years ago while he was a student at Oxford. His fingers shifted to the figure of a girl standing at the opposite end of him, the girl with a flat expression who was grasping the hand of a man beside her who was smiling towards the camera.

A bitter smile was engraved at the corner of his lips.

"I always remember you," he murmured so softly like a whisper.

The knock on the door blew away his daydream, immediately storing the small portrait back into the drawer. A handsome young man in a neat suit who fit wrapped his body seemed to open the door after getting a speech from inside. A smile appeared on his face even though a stack of documents was filling his left hand while his right hand was carrying a cup of coffee.

"Good morning Christ, I finally saw you in this office," he said, then sat in front of the other man.

"I've always been here, Leon, you've always been busy alone."

"Busy yourself? Look who's talking young master Winston! You turned all your work to me and just went somewhere without telling me. Do you have any idea how busy I've been doing everything alone? Not to mention the nagging Arthur," said the younger man looking annoyed.

Hearing that made Christopher laugh.

Leon Alexander is a cousin and head of the company under Christopher who sometimes doubles as a substitute for Christopher if the young master is too busy with the company or other affairs. As at this time when Christopher was busy handling the cooperation in the hospital, he shifted some of the duties of the headquarters to Leon. Oh, don't forget her new business with Agatha Anderson.

"So how? You made it?" ask Leon who is now putting some documents in front of Christopher.

While the one in question only revealed a thin smile.

"Nope, she still mad at me. It will also be destroyed."

"Related?"

"Of course, what can't I get? You know that I don't give up easily? I'll make her fall in love."

"Maybe Agatha be an exception? I mean, maybe he's the only one you can't get," Leon's laughter followed after he said it.

"Shut your mouth, Leon, or you'll never get out of the office for a whole month" said Christopher, who made Leon laugh, ignoring his frustration.

"But isn't that something special? The thing you can't get is 'another something special'. Hahaha," Leon continued his laughter.

Christopher, who was upset with his cousin, decided to move from his seat and walk to the door.

"Where is Christ? Jeez, don't get so angry easily," Leon hurriedly grabbed his file from the table rushing after his cousin.

Young master Winston is very easy to get upset and sulk, fortunately there is Leon Alexander who can handle it.

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The beautiful woman was leaning her head on the wheel in frustration. Just 15 minutes ago he asked his best friend to leave and now here he is alone on his way home with a flat car tire.

Agatha nibbled her lips in annoyance as she stared at her phone doubtfully, should she contact Joshua who might be currently still on his way home. He could have called some of his brother's bodyguards but would have bothered because they would report and Gabriel would nag at length.

Damnit.

Agatha was just about to contact Joshua with a heavy heart when a bright light beam highlighted her right from the front.

"Damn! Who's the fool who stopped with the lights so bright?" his curse covered the eyes of the glare of light that was shining on him even though shortly afterwards the light went off and someone knocked on his car glass from outside.

"It looks like we're indeed fooling Miss Anderson."

"You? Did you follow me around like this, Mr Winston?" Agatha looked at the smiling man behind the glass of her car suspiciously.

"Open your car door, Agatha."

"Oh come on Agatha, I'm upset myself constantly calling you Miss Anderson. After all I've officially submitted a proposal to you so let me call my future wife by her name only. Or do you want me to call you, sweetheart?"

"Damn you!"

"And I Love You Agatha," Christopers chuckle at Agatha's swearing.

"Have you forgotten that I haven't accepted your proposal? Oh even I won't accept your proposal, Mr. Winston, so it's best to stop bothering me" said Agatha who was now preparing to close the car window.

"Oh, wait! Look, I'm not bothering you, I'm here to offer you a favor because I saw your car's tire deflated. I'm not stalking you or anything."

Agatha looked at the man in front of her with a probing gaze, after all how could you believe along the streets of the city, at the hour that almost showed at 12 p.m, and out of all the thousands of people in the world Agatha has to meet a Christopher Winston? Of course it's suspicious considering this man is also able to enter his apartment with private access.

"So how? Do you want to accept my help or do I have to leave you here alone?" ask Christopher, who is leaning on the side of the car, "At least let me talk inside instead of letting me outside and look like a dappled nose guy who is flirting with women."

"Hell, you did do it bastard."

"Darling, I'd fall more and more in love if you kept swearing at me like that" said Christopher.

You crazy man.

Agatha looked at her phone again, if she decided to call Joshua of course her best friend would come straight away but still Agatha would not be that late at night like this let alone all day Joshua had worked with her.

Agatha's tired enough to just get Gabriel's nagging tonight. He wants to rest immediately. And this man before her was too annoying to be the last resort.

"Well, if you don't want to accept my help, I'm leaving" said Christopher Wisnton, tapping back the window and winking at a glance before turning to his car.

Seeing that Agatha thought quickly before opening the car door and loosening her body. "Okay, I need your help Mr. Winston," he said with all the compulsion in his heart.

Really he wanted to go home quickly even though the last and only option right now was Winston.

Hearing Agatha's words, Christopher Winston smiled and turned and turned his head to Agatha, making the woman immediately pick up the bag, and some of his files came out and locked his car, walk towards Christopher Winston who is now waiting beside the open passenger door.

"I think my decision to go home late today brings good luck" the man murmured before closing the door.

It is certain that along the way, none of them spoke. Agatha simply stared at the scenery outside with a flat expression and Christopher who was focused on driving despite occasionally glancing at the beautiful woman sitting quietly next to him.

"Agatha, you can rest for a while if you want," said Christopher, who several times saw Agatha twitching her forehead.

"No need for Mr. Winston, you just need to hurry for me to arrive soon."

Hearing that Christopher smiled again, then pressed the setting button that made the seat that Agatha was sitting in became slightly down.

"What are you doing, Mr Winston?" Agatha who was shocked looked at the man beside her wide.

"I just want you to rest for a while" Winston said, looking at Agatha's irritated expression, adding, "Don't think bad, even a taxi driver will try to make his passengers feel comfortable, right?"

Agatha snorted softly and turned her gaze back out without any intention of responding to Christopher Winston's words. His body was indeed tired and like his desire to go home late but of course not with this kind of incident that required him to be with Winston now.

Just about to close his eyes suddenly came a familiar voice from his stomach that made him want to jump out of the car right then and there.

Hearing the sound of rumbling from his stomach made Christopher Winston turn his head and chuckle looking at the woman who now closed his eyes pretending to sleep.

"Would you stop by to fill your stomach?" her question was still with her laughter which only Agatha responded to silently. "Come on Agatha, don't pretend to be asleep. You have to worry about your stomach, right?"

"I'm fine, why are you driving so long, Mr Winston?" his grunt was upset or rather he felt embarrassed due to his disrespectful stomach sound. That's right, he missed his dinner last night after the meeting.

"Well, since you're forcing it, you'd better fasten your seatbelt," right after saying that the car they're driving is traveling at twice the speed that makes Agatha jump and hold her seat belt.

Christopher Winston seemed relaxed and professional enough to drive his car through the streets of the city that began to deserted. But that was not Agatha's concern now, as Winston stopped his car at a tudor-style house in a suburban area.

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