Summer Is For Falling In Love
13. Destroying the Promise

Here Luna, reminded that this chapter contains explicit scenes, only intended for people who are old enough to make a KTP yes, alias 17. I'm sorry :)

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Olivia's fingers holding the handle of the tea tightened. The smell of jasmine from inside the tea did not make Olivia's mind more calm, remained as messy as before.

Last night's memory really hit Olivia hard. When Holland resolutely rejects Olivia, Olivia knows that her pursuit of the man is over.

However, Olivia who has kept the taste of Holland since their first meeting, of course, can not give up Holland sincerely. Olivia's grudge on her chest burned, not only to Holland, but to the woman her husband loved.

Holland obviously rejected Olivia because she loved another woman. This fact made Olivia more and more present to women who had never been seen directly by her.

Nah! Olivia put the tea cup on the coarsely. The contents of his cup swayed and splashed out.

"Mrs Olivia, are you okay?" asked her servant after seeing how upset Olivia was.

Olivia grunts. "Do I look okay?!" snapped it.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Olivia." The waiter lowered his head deeply.

"Imagine, your husband rejected you! Not only did it hurt my pride, I was also embarrassed to death! How could I, Miss Floral, be rejected by her husband?!"

The servants who served Olivia had to get used to her bad temper. However, even though three days had passed, Olivia's attitude even more annoying in the eyes of the servants.

"Mrs Olivia," call her other servant.

"What's that?" olivia.

"I understand your frustration well, Mrs Olivia."

Olivia grunts. "How could you possibly understand, huh? Has your husband ever rejected you directly?! Don't tell me you understand how I feel!"

The waiter chuckled. "All right, ma'am, I'm sorry. But I have a plan for you."

Olivia's blood-red bead swept every inch of the servant's body, from top to bottom. The waiter was wearing a uniform that was in line with the other workers, but Olivia could see a petty look in both of her eyes.

"really? What's your plan?" ask Olivia.

"Of course it's not free, Madam."

Olivia rolled her eyeballs. "I know, let me know quickly."

The grin on the servant's lips widened. "Alright, Mistress. Let me tell you what the plan is for me."

The waiter whispered the plan he had thought of to Olivia. Afterwards, Olivia smiled happily.

"A good plan. What's yourname?"

"That's Felicia, Madam."

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The door to Holland's office was knocked to the beat, and Miel opened the door.

A waiter with a face bowed in pushing a trolley carrying a tea set.

"Ah, it's time for tea, huh?" muttered Miel, not realizing that the schedule for tea in the afternoon had arrived.

The waiter nodded his head. "Yes, Mr. Miel. I'm in charge of bringing you tea."

Miel looked at the female servant. He carried a trolley with a face that was subdued deep, then a trembling fingers. Miel wondered if this servant was afraid of Duke?

"I've never seen you before, you just worked?" miel asked, peeking at the servant's pale-looking face. Miel then glanced at Holland, then felt it was reasonable that this little servant was frightened. Holland's face was cold and intimidating. If Miel was not used to her master's face, perhaps she would also tremble in fear.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Miel. I just started working."

Miel gave a small nod, then noticed how awkward the waiter was brewing tea.

"Miel, take over the job," Holland cut off after seeing the waiter's slow movement. The man was impatient because the waiter was working deftly, even feeling annoyed with his unprofessional presence.

"I'm sorry." The waiter lowered his body deeply, then ran out of Holland's study.

Miel took her breath. "If you speak coldly like that, of course the servant will be frightened."

"Don't say much, quickly do your job."

Miel pouting. "Since people suck," he murmured.

Miel then brews the tea with a deft movement, until serving it to Holland.

Holland sipped the fragrant tea served before slightly sipping it. A frown on Holland's forehead then arises. "It feels a little strange" he murmured.

"Yes? Weird?" asked Miel who could hear the man muttering.

"Yes." Yeah." Holland placed the tea cup on the coaster.

"Where's the weird place?" Miel instantly felt wary of the tea brought by the waiter. Holland's safety is paramount, so Miel must question how the taste and texture of the tea is consumed.

"Something."

Miel patted her forehead. "Seriously please. It's possible that your life is in danger, considering I've never seen that waitress either."

Holland exhaled, then leaned his back against the velvet backrest. "Either, yes. How does it feel, I forgot."

Miel took her breath. "Are you kidding me? I know your life is so monotonous that you want to exchange jokes with me."

Holland hissed, Miel was still as brash as him.

However, Holland was sure something was wrong with the tea. Holland has been drinking tea with the same brand for years, as it is his favorite. In the smell, Holland could not tell the difference, but in the taste, something was different.

Holland straightened his body and wanted to continue his delayed work, but the heat suddenly spread throughout his body.

Holland glanced at the window, the twilight there had sunk, leaving behind a thin tinge of orange light that reminded Holland of Esther. The night air shouldn't be so hot, but Holland felt his body getting hotter.

"Miel, does the air feel hot?" ask Holland.

Miel looked at Holland with a strange look. "No, but .. Your face is flushed, Mr. Holland. Does fever? Sickness at the turn of the season is not a rare thing for you, and it is also only the beginning of spring."

"Is it fever, huh?" miel asked, putting the back of her hand on Holland's forehead. "How about stopping your work and taking a break in the room? I'll call the doctor."

Holland breathed. "Good idea." His head was throbbing pain, Holland was even overwhelmed by the heat that made him suffer.

"Can you walk?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Holland got up from his chair with great difficulty. Not only was his body warming up, Holland was overwhelmed by other strange feelings. He wanted to touch someone, his palm was so hot.

Trudgingly, Holland exited his study, accompanied by Miel.

"Want me help?" ask Miel.

"No, just call the doctor."

"All right." Miel hesitated a little, noticing Holland who could not stand up straight, but decided to take a different path to call the residence doctor.

Meanwhile, Holland propped his body through the ornate wall. Fortunately, his room with his study room was only a few meters away so that Holland could easily access it.

Holland slowly opened the door of his room, but the sting of scented candles instantly assaulted his sense of smell.

"Ah, Mr Holland?"

Holland wanted to take a step back when he saw the woman, wearing her thin open nightgown.

"Olivia?" Holland's breathing was heavy, as if he had just been chased by something.

Olivia approached Holland slowly, her smile appearing on her lips. Olivia looks beautiful, but like a demon preparing to take down humans with her seduction.

Holland jumped at Olivia's touch on her wrist. The heat, which Holland was trying to endure, spread throughout his body. His breathing grew heavier, and a disgusting passion began to enter his body.

"Mr Holland, no, Holland. You're my husband, I can call your name directly, right?" Olivia tiptoed, draping her arms around Holland's shoulder.

Holland groaned slowly. This physical contact actually awakens a burning feeling that makes him feel even more burned. Not only that, with just a simple touch, Holland had the desire to hold the woman before him even more, again, to embrace her, to kiss her.

Olivia chuckles a little, then takes the initiative to steal a deep kiss on Holland's lips.

"mm?" Holland wanted to push Olivia, but when both lips touched, her passion increased, so what Holland did was give her a reply instead of pushing her.

Olivia seemed satisfied, again kissing Holland with the ability she had.

After the kiss, Olivia could see Holland's blushing face, flushed red. Olivia was made to beat because of it.

Olivia then closed the open door, and Holland led her to the bed.

After kissing, Holland felt his body getting more excited. The desire to embrace Olivia increased, so Holland even felt that a kiss was no longer enough. The man wanted more.

Holland wanted to hold back, he knew that what he was doing was a mistake. However, his body could not lie. As if under the influence of magic, Holland could not control his own body.

When Holland realized what he was doing, Holland had already pushed Olivia onto the bed filled with rose petals. The smell of roses was so intoxicating that Holland no longer realized how many kisses he had given Olivia. Also, aromatherapy candles support the loss of control of Holland's body.

"Holland," Olivia sighed, her face flushed red, but both of her arms could not escape Holland's neck. "I like you, I like you. I love your kisses, your hugs, do more."

Holland's mind was no longer in sync with his body. As if there was a thick fog blocking his brain cells, Holland was made more enthusiastic with Olivia's words coming out of the rannum lips.

Holland comes back to kiss Olivia, deep, and a little wild. Olivia got excited, and Holland could no longer hold back.

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"Mr Holland. Awake."

Holland gave a small sigh when he felt his body being shaken quickly, as if the person awakening wanted Holland to wake up immediately.

Holland opened his eyes, then was faced with Miel's face in his vision.

"Miel?" Holland straightened his body. A soft silk blanket descended from his shoulder, showing his body not wearing a piece of cloth. "Huh?"

"Master Holland." Miel looked at Holland with an undefined gaze. "The bath is ready."

Holland's mind is still processing what happened last night. She remembers that she went to her room because her body felt strange, then she kissed Olivia.

Whahuh? Kiss Olivia?

She turned her head to the side quickly to find that Olivia was asleep with a gentle smile on her lips. In contrast to Olivia's mood, Holland feels that she has fallen into hell by the whisper of a petty demon next to her.

Suddenly, Holland felt restless, his mind was in a mess, and his body even trembled faintly.

"Please promise me, Holland."

"What is that, my dear?"

"Don't touch Miss Olivia."

"I promise."

A promise Holland has broken. Both of his sweets that were as red were vibrating.

Holland then clenched his hands tightly. "The servant, bring yesterday's servant before me" Holland said in a low tone.

Miel knew the meaning of her master's tone of voice, Holland wrathfully. And so, Miel nodded slowly. "Mr Holland, I caught the waiter."

Holland laughed. "Yes, destroy the servant's life like he ruined mine, Miel. Don't let him work his whole life again, don't let his family live happily."

Miel did not change her facial expression despite Holland's sinister request. "I understand, Mr. Holland."

Holland covered his face with both hands, feeling frustrated with himself. Facing one minute ahead for Holland, he already felt unable.

"Miel, what am I supposed to do?" Holland's echoing voice sounded so pitiful, even the chirping of birds in the morning was no longer heard, as if it did not dare to make a sound when there was grieving.

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No comment the same part :) it's my first time make the scene explicit, and I'm old enough huh. Who is still under 17, but read this chapter? I warned you at the beginning, Isa 3

July 2nd, 2023