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Flynn sighed again as he fixed his eyeglasses on the bridge of his nose, that mannerism he makes when he feels uncomfortable or uneasy. But he's not aware that it only makes him look smarter and sexier in August’s eyes.

"I told him I'll bring you with me." He explained briefly.

"But what does he mean about Stella talking about me?"

Francis interrupted. "I'll explain that. Sorry, Augustine. Augustine, right?" She nodded, amazed of his British accent and how he resembles some features of Flynn, his brownish black hair and green eyes. But Flynn is taller than Francis. "His sister Stella couldn't stop talking about you after—"

"It was a mistake to even mention you to Stella." Flynn interrupted and sighed. "Really. I'm sorry, August."

"And then she said she met you." Francis couldn't contain his chuckle remembering something. He looked friendlier than his cousins Stella and Flynn who were both intimidating. “That thing about Stella pretending as Flynn's girlfriend wasn't a secret in the family. Because my dear cousin here, Flynn flew back to London to give his sister some scolding. It was so hilarious that we all got curious who you were. We hired—"

"Alright, that's it. Why are you here, Francis?" Flynn interrupted in an authoritative voice, it's obvious that he's being serious and starting to get upset.

I still wonder why Stella is so protective of Flynn. August thought to herself. To the point of pretending as Flynn’s girlfriend.

Francis looked uncomfortable with Flynn's changed behavior and tried to laugh it off. "I'm just here to bring this and hopefully leave with you two for the site visit?"

Flynn took the portfolio that Francis handed and started browsing it. "And how do you wish to wait? It's not even lunch yet."

site." Francis suggested. "I

could wait in

the guys talked. Francis smiled at her. "Nice to meet you, Augustine. I'll go ahead." Francis

Flynn faced her. "We'll leave in three hours. You can continue to

to his family? Why does it seem like it's a big deal to them that

And all her questions disappeared. It's as if she doesn't care who or what he is. All that matters

She loves him, actually.

inside when that realization hits her. She leaned her back to the closed door. "Love him? I wonder if he feels the same when he never said those

a way of him

speak

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keys then went straight to the door. She felt nervous facing Flynn wearing another loose shirt tucked in her black jeans. All she brought with her are loose shirts to comfortably move around while visiting the site. Learning that Flynn has a thing with it, she decided to wear his green

door. And he

hope I'm guessing the right clothes you're wearing under my

smile.

car and drive us so we still have time to change.” He glances at his watch. “You