Clingy

Agatha’s POV

Gosh, why is he like that? And Agatha, why were you looking? Why do you have to talk nonsense out of nowhere?

I groaned, frustrated with myself. I shouldn’t have acted like that. I shouldn’t have looked at his body. It’s his—it’s his own damn body and he has every right to do whatever he wants with it.

Ugh, I was so stupid for even starting a conversation on that topic. God, now he probably thinks I’m interested in him… or worse, his body. What the hell was that all about?

I let out a long sigh and hoped my cheeks weren’t turning into tomatoes again. Every time I get overly emotional, I flush so easily—it’s humiliating.

Grinding my teeth, I was trying to calm myself when my phone suddenly rang.

“Why now?” I groaned, picking it up.

It wasn’t a call. It was a text message.

I read it out loud:

“Miss Agatha Damian, your exam results have been placed on hold. You have been reported for cheating. Your documents cannot be processed at this time.”

“What the hell is this?” I muttered, eyes wide.

I gritted my teeth and stomped my foot, frustration bubbling over.

This had to be the work of either my father… or my sister.

I had just finished writing my final film industry exams. I wasn’t even asking to graduate yet—I was just waiting for the results. And now they were saying I was being accused of cheating?

I clenched my fists. “I didn’t cheat! I didn’t cheat on any damn exam!” I whispered furiously, pacing, fuming, and muttering to myself.

I didn’t even notice Desmond had walked in.

He looked at me, brows furrowed. “Why are you so angry? Who provoked you?”

I looked up at him slowly. And for some reason… in that moment, he looked like a savior to me. Like the only person who could help me out of my current dilemma

I felt powerless. I was powerless.

I looked at him again, eyes almost pleading.

“Please… can you help me with something?”

Desmond smirked, folding his arms as he looked at me, clearly pleased. He must’ve heard the phone conversation, but he was still questioning me like he hadn’t heard a thing.

I took a deep breath. I didn’t know where to start, but I wanted to stay strong. So, I smiled politely.

“Can you please help me resolve an issue with the acting school?”

Desmond’s expression shifted with interest. “Oh? And what kind of help might you need from me?”

“It’s just that... my exam papers are being held. I was accused of cheating. But obviously, this is the handiwork of my father and sister.”

He raised an eyebrow, lips curled in amusement. “Did you cheat?”

I narrowed my eyes, slightly agitated. “No, I didn’t cheat,” I said firmly. This wasn’t the time to joke. I knew he was teasing me—but still. Not now.

“Please... can you help me?”

Desmond smiled. “Well, dear wife,” he said, running a hand through his hair, “I can help you... on one condition.”

“What condition?” I asked, brows furrowed in curiosity.

“You’re going to come with me to the event. And while we’re there, you’ll be extra clingy to me,” he said, grinning. “It’s time we show the public how in love we are. After that, I promise I’ll help get your documents cleared.”

Huh? That was it? That was so easy. I thought he was going to ask for something insane.

“Alright, I accept,” I said with a shrug. “Deal?”

I held out my hand for a handshake. But instead, Desmond took it gently, brought it to his lips, and kissed it.

I blinked, stunned. Flabbergasted, really. I didn’t say anything—I just froze.

“Dear wife,” he said with a wink, “you’re going to be extra clingy to me. We’re going to make people really believe we’re in love.”

“Yeah, yeah... I get it. Super in love,” I muttered.

“Now, shall we get going?”

“I just need to freshen up a bit,” I said, standing up and heading toward the bathroom.

As I walked away, I could feel his eyes following me. His gaze was practically glued to my back.

“You’ve got a nice butt,” he said casually.

I stopped mid-step.

What?!

So that’s what he was staring at?

“Damn you, bastard,” I muttered.

He definitely didn’t act like an elegant, rich master at all.

He was so annoying.

Still grumbling to myself, I stepped into the bedroom and shut the door behind me.