Chapter 4 Flirting

Chapter 4

LEURHEINE ANGELA FERRER'S POV

He immediately ended the call after picking it up.

What the?

It was Mikael. How long has he been standing there?

"What the hell!? Give me back my phone!" I practically yelled at him, reaching for my phone, which he held high above his head.

I didn't realize he was this tall. The last time I saw him, he was sitting down.

And now, I can finally get a proper look at his face.

His brown eyes perfectly complement his well-shaped eyebrows, sharp nose, and thin, slightly reddish lips. That chiseled jaw of his makes him look so manly and attractive.

His face is just perfect. He's ridiculously handsome.

Kidding aside, my room is actually dark right now. The only source of light comes from the hallway outside, shining through the slightly open door. It's just enough for me to make out his features.

Honestly, I didn't get a good look at him earlier. I was too distracted by how intensely he was staring at me.

"I said, give me my phone!" I snapped.

"It's already bedtime," he said. "Why are you still flirting?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

I was the one who got my phone taken, and now he's accusing me of flirting?

This always happens. Every time I talk to Ken, people assume I'm flirting, even when I'm not.

"As long as I'm here, late-night talks are strictly prohibited," he added. "Go to sleep."

He turned around and started walking out of my room-taking my phone with him.

"Mikael!" I called after him, my voice filled with frustration.

He stopped and turned to face me, casually slipping both hands into his pockets-my phone included, of course.

Wow. Even in silhouette, he looks like a model standing in the doorway. Tsk.

"What?" he asked innocently, as if he didn't already know what I was about to say.

Is he serious?

"My phone," I reminded him.

"You're already trespassing, and now you're stealing too?" I accused.

"I didn't trespass," he countered. "I have your father's full consent to be here because, frankly, your permission doesn't matter. You don't own this place-only your father does."

Ouch.

I tried to one-up him, and he hit me with the brutal truth instead. That stung.

"And don't worry," he added. "I could easily replace your phone with the latest model."

I was about to drop the subject, but something about that statement didn't sit right with me.

"You could replace it?" I repeated. "Then if you have money, why are you even here?"

He let out a sigh.

"Why don't you just go to sleep, Leurheine Angela?" he asked, dismissing the topic.

"Don't you dare call me that!"

"Okay."

I instinctively took a step back as he slowly walked toward me.

"I guess I'll just call you baby, then," he said.

Is he flirting with me?

"Don't come any closer!" I warned. "I'll tell my dad!"

"Go ahead," he challenged, continuing to approach me until I felt the edge of my bed against my legs.

I froze when he leaned in, my heart pounding wildly.

I instinctively sat on my bed to put some distance between us, but he immediately closed the gap-bending down so our faces were close again. He placed one hand on the mattress beside me, supporting his weight.

"You can scream all you want, but he wouldn't hear you," he murmured. "He's probably out of town by now."

Wait... is Dad gone again!?

"So all you gotta do is shut up," he whispered.

He lifted his hand, gently brushing his thumb over my lips before bringing it to his own and kissing it-without breaking eye contact.

"and obey me."

"Madam, wake up."

I groggily blinked my eyes open to see who was waking me up this time. First, it was Laura. Now, it's Lisa-one of our household staff.

"Sir has been calling for you downstairs," she informed me. "He wants you to eat with him."

I just groaned in response.

Dad has sent multiple maids to wake me up, but I still refuse to get out of bed.

I'm still sleepy. This is his fault anyway. I couldn't sleep properly because of what happened last night.

"Shut up and obey me."

"Shut up and obey me."

"Shut up and obey me."

There it is again! His words keep echoing in my head-it's driving me crazy!

I can't stop remembering how he kissed his own finger after touching my lips.

I could feel my face heating up, so I buried it into my pillow and let out an annoyed groan.

Frustrated, I started smacking my bed repeatedly, venting all my irritation toward that infuriating man.

I finally sighed in relief when my room fell silent. Looks like he's given up on bothering me.

But moments later, I felt a gentle shake on my shoulder.

"Lisa, I'm still sleepy," I mumbled, swatting her hand away.

I gasped when I suddenly felt a pair of strong arms lift me off the bed. My eyes flew open in shock.

"Mikael!" I shouted angrily. "Put me down!"

Despite my struggling, he carried me effortlessly-as if I weighed nothing.

I don't want to look at him.

But while he was carrying me, I couldn't help but secretly examine his face.

His chiseled jaw, thin reddish lips, sharp nose, and long eyelashes. I couldn't see his eyes up close because of my position, but he looked so serious as he silently walked down the stairs.

I looked up slightly and saw his dark brown hair-it looked so soft.

I was too distracted to realize we had already reached the dining area.

"I'm starving," he said blankly as he set me down on a chair.

"So what if you're hungry?" I snapped. "Go eat by yourself!"

He gave me a sharp look before sitting across from me.

"You're too light, and that's alarming," he commented. "From now on, we'll eat together so I can make sure you're eating properly and regularly."

Should I feel insulted?

That was just a fancy way of telling me I'm underweight. He was clearly being careful with his words, but I got the message.

"You're interfering with that too?" I huffed. "Are you really my personal assistant or my doctor?"

"I am your personal assistant," he said. "It's my duty to assist you in any way if it concerns your well-being."

Where the hell did Dad find this English-speaking personal assistant?

Even though he wasn't looking at me, I shot him a glare before reluctantly eating-because, well, he had a point.

Halfway through my meal, I glanced at him again. He was carefully slicing his steak.

Slowly.

When he was done, he picked up his fork, stabbed a small piece of steak, and brought it to his mouth. Even the way he chewed was slow and deliberate.

And he says he's starving?

Wow. He eats so elegantly. His table manners are even better than mine, while I'm stuffing my mouth nonstop-now I probably look like a balloon. But this is how I eat, so what?

"Why did you even become a personal assistant when it's obvious you don't need a salary?"

"I have my reasons. And please," he replied, "don't talk when your mouth is full."

"But I'm able to talk because my mouth isn't full!" I argued.

I was startled when he suddenly stood up, took his plate, and moved next to me. After placing his plate down, he grabbed my spoon and started feeding me rice and viand. For some reason, I just let him.

Maybe I was too shocked to react.

"Is it full now?" he asked when I finally fell silent.

"Mwehit." Instead of saying buwisit (annoying), that was all I could utter.

I didn't even care that some rice and viand fell from my mouth as I struggled to curse.

"Leurheine Angela!" he exclaimed, but his expression clearly showed he was amused by how I looked.

Idiot.

He gestured to the maids standing nearby. Manang immediately grabbed a cloth to clean up my mess on the table, but then I suddenly remembered my conversation with Aubrey last night.

["Make things difficult for him."]

How am I supposed to do that?

["Isn't he your personal assistant?"]

"So what?"

["Then make him do household chores or anything."]

Anything. Maybe this is my chance.

Manang was approaching, and I was about to stop her so that I could order this guy to do the cleaning as the start of my plan. But before I could say anything, he had already taken the cloth from the housekeeper as soon as she got close.

"You can all leave," he said.

Wait, did he mean us?

"I'll take care of her."

Manang and the others understood what he meant, so they bowed respectfully before walking away from the dining area.

Now, what is he up to this time?

To Be Continued...