Bab 4. He's My Savior Angel

It's useless avoiding my surveillance. Even if he refuses my offer to help carry his groceries, I will keep going as long as it makes me look like a good woman to his eyes.

"Bo ... Boss, let me bring it! you seem to be troubled, hehe ..." I mean to be a super understanding partner, I think I'm more someone who has hidden intentions in her every kindness.

"No need! I can bring my own groceries. You better think about your suitcase that you left in front of the apartment!" he said as he walked away with a cold face that was hard to understand.

"Ah ... shit! I forgot my suitcase!" I shouted. I ran imperceptibly towards my poor suitcase.

I immediately opened and checked the contents, nothing is missing, everything is still intact like when I left it an hour ago.

"Ugh ... how tired! my legs hurt from walking all day long. But it's okay, at least I have a chance to survive!" I muttered in a fiery spirit.

I pulled my suitcase as I ran towards the apartment and followed the man. He got into the elevator, I hurriedly followed before the elevator door closed.

"Thank you! huh ... I'm actually very tired, but I'm happy because I finally got a place to stay!" I said, tried to talk to him to avoid the awkward atmosphere, because only the two of us in this elevator.

But he didn't budge at all, facing forward without showing any reaction. Because of that attitude, I feel stupid for talking alone.

"At least appreciate the people who talk to you, please!" I thought. If he wasn't the savior angel who had given me a glimmer of hope to survive in this city, maybe I would have wiped his face with my shoe.

If it's quiet like this, I definitely can't help wanting to fart. But, how do I do it? at least someone got into the elevator, so no one would notice.

"Shit, I can't stand it! why doesn't anyone come in? on every floor, the elevator doors keep opening. But why isn't anyone coming in?" the voice of my heart struggled because of the urge that felt stronger in my stomach.

Everyone in this world must have experienced it, moments where there is a wind blowing in your stomach as if looking for a way out and there are two solutions to free them, by burping or farting.

"Ah ... whichever it is, I can't help it!" I thought. Cold sweat started rolling down my forehead, my eyes focused on the numbers that appeared above the elevator doors.

"One more floor! yes, only one more floor, so I can free ..."

"Duuuttt ..."

The sound of the wind sounded quite low, but it could still be heard clearly. I froze in silence, unable to see the man's reaction. I started to smell bad, the smell of boiled eggs that I ate a few hours ago. It smells so bad.

"Ah ... I'd better just die! how about this?" I thought screamed. I don't think I'll be able to see his face, he must have noticed.

My eyes glanced at him, he remained calm as if nothing happened or the smell of rotten eggs filled this elevator. I don't know if he didn't notice or he was just pretending so I wouldn't feel embarrassed.

"Tiiin ..."

The elevator door was wide open, this man who I didn't know his name immediately stepped out, carrying his groceries. I couldn't help but have to let him walk a little further.

"Huhuhu ... idiot! what did I do? you idiot! Nothing has given off such an embarrassing impression!" really, I really want to die and freefall now.

"What are you doing? this is the room!" he exclaimed who was standing in front of the door of apartment number 25.

"O ... okay!" I said as I walked after him.

I entered into the place where I will live. Honestly, this place is very nice, not much different from what it looks from the outside. Wall, floor and all the furniture looked new. Apart from that I didn't think that the three bedroom apartment was quite spacious.

"Wow ... that's great! where's my room?"

"Over there, by the kitchen. Do you mind?"

"No, I don't mind at all. I can sleep anywhere, hehe ..."

"Great!"

"Um ... but, I don't know what your name is! I'm Lyra, Lyra Everdeen!" I said as I reached out to shake hand.

He stared at me for a moment, expressionless. However, he seemed reluctant to shake hands with me. Do I look sick?

"Lucien!" he replied briefly.

"Oh ... Lucien, then nice to meet you! please cooperate!"

"Yes! I'll excuse me then!" he took a step and entered one of the rooms adjacent to the living room.

"Okay, then I also have to go to my room!"

I opened the door to the room next to the kitchen. The room is not very big, but very nice and also tidy. There is a bed, a wardrobe and a table.

I remembered something, I don't know how many bathrooms and toilets there are in this apartment. If there is only one, it means I have to share the bathroom with him.

"Ah ... comfortable! I can finally lie down too!" I muttered as I lay down on the soft and comfortable bed.

"Do I shower before bed? I feel sweaty!"

I got out of bed, took the towel and walked out of the room. Next to the laundry room, there was a door that I assumed was the bathroom door and as I approached, I could hear the sound of water coming from the shower.

"Is he showering?"

My head started thinking about something strange. Given Lucien's stocky hands, it was clear that he had an athletic and sexy build. Without realizing it, I looked around, hoping there weren't any surveillance cameras.

"Yes, safe! but, how do I peek?"

I tried to find an opening to peek at like a disgusting pervert. But, if I don't see it, I will definitely regret it.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps from behind the door. Looks like he will be out soon.

"Oh no ... oh no ... what should I do? if he finds out, he will definitely kick me out of this place!"

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