Chapter 28


    Flynn sighed again as he fixed his eyesses on the bridge of his nose, that mannerism he makes


    when he feels ufortable 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 exined briefly.


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


    Francis interrupted. "I''ll exin that. Sorry, Augustine. Augustine, right?" She nodded, amazed of his


    British ent and how he resembles some features of Flynn, his brownish ck hair and green eyes.


    But Flynn is taller than Francis. "His sister Ste couldn''t stop talking about you after—"


    "It was a mistake to even mention you to Ste." 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 Ste and Flynn who were both intimidating. “That thing about Ste


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    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 hrious 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 Ste is so protective of Flynn. August thought to herself. To the point of pretending


    as Flynn’s girlfriend.


    Francis looked ufortable with Flynn''s changed behavior and tried tough 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."


    "We can have lunch before going to the site." Francis suggested. "I know a restaurant along the way."


    Flynn sighed. ”Fine. You could wait in my room."


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


    Francis left them and went straight to Flynn''s hotel room.


    The door closed before Flynn faced her. "We''ll leave in three hours. You can continue to rest and


    prepare afterwards. I''ll knock once we''re leaving."


    She agreed but still has questions in her head. Who exactly is Flynn Ferguson to his family? Why does


    it seem like it''s a big deal to them that he''s dating, that he''s dating her? And what else do they know


    about me?


    Flynn leaned forward and kissed her forehead. And all her questions disappeared. It''s as if she doesn''t


    care who or what he is. All that matters is she cares for him because she likes him.


    She loves him, actually.


    She went 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 words."


    Would it be safe for my heart to just take his actions as a way of him saying that he loves me? Do


    actions really speak louder than words?


    Or would actions speak loudest with words?


    ??????


    A knock on the door and August was on her feet, she grabs her phone and keys then went straight to


    the door. She felt nervous facing Flynn wearing another loose shirt tucked in her ck jeans. All she


    brought with her are loose shirts tofortably move around while visiting the site. Learning that Flynn


    has a thing with it, she decided to wear his green university hoodie again.


    She swallowed hard and took a deep breath before opening the door. And he immediately raised his


    left eyebrow looking at her wearing his hoodie.


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


    She forced a smile. "You''ve guessed right."


    "You can''t wear that university hoodie, August." He said as he clears his throat. "Francis went ahead to


    get his car and drive us so we still have time to change.” He nces at his watch. “You didn''t bring any


    other clothes?"


    She sighed. There''s no point lying to him. She pulled his hoodie over her head and part of her shirt


    lifted, exposing her soft and smooth stomach. She was about to put the hoodie back inside the room


    when Flynn pushed her inside and kissed her lips.


    His arm immediately hugged her small waist and his right hand caressed her left breast. His breath was


    ragged as his mouth devoured her soft mouth. She could feel that he''s feeling excited as he squeezed


    her breasts harder and his mouth sucked her tongue.


    He pushed his hard lean body against hers and she felt his hardness between her thighs, she moaned.


    "F—Flynn."


    He stopped moving, rested his chin on her shoulders as he sighed roughly, his voice hoarse. "I think it''ll


    be fine. You''ll be wearing a vest and helmet at the site, anyway."


    "I''m sorry. I didn''t bring any other clothes. I didn''t know you had a thing with loose shirts, well, I don''t


    really know so much about you." She whispered as she looks away, avoiding eye contact, hoping he


    won''t notice the pain she feels about that fact.


    He was quiet and she could feel him staring at her for a few minutes before he sighed. "What do you


    want to know? Exactly?"


    "Everything."


    He looked away and it pained her even more to see the hesitation on his face. "I don''t think it''s the right


    time."


    "When do you think is the right time?" Her voice broke. She''s starting to get emotional because she


    knows she''s fallen in love with him. But then it hit her, it doesn''t matter. She loves him anyway,


    regardless of who or what he is. ”Never mind. I…” She bites her lower lip, she almost confessed her


    feelings. "I can wait."


    He hugged her tight and kissed her hair. "Thank you, August.”