❝We can't afford to love each other right now. I have lost control of myself.❞
❝ So have I...❞
Humans who had been programmed for their behaviours and emotions since the ancient times, end up with a bug while being reset after the discovery of this...
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SHE was fidgeting to go back to her home. Every second felt like a long hour which had no desire to end. It was like her Mathematics classes back in her day. But this was something that was putting her into distress. Her working hours had ended a long time ago. The old gaffer was pouring another glass of wine.
Seeing her perturbed , he led out an incoherent laughter and pulled back the sleeves of his archaic shirt.
"Are you that uncomfortable?"
"Mark , I want to go home now if you aren't going to talk about what you told me back at the kitchen.It's getting late. "
Breaking into a chuckle , he looked at her nervous face with great interest.
"Cara Mia , enjoy your life when you are still young. You should be going out and having fun at your age. Look at you being entrapped in the complexities of money."
"I don't see a problem in that , Mark. I should get going. I can't afford to spend more time here doing absolutely nothing. Don't try to make me stay here."implored Byeol as she stood up.
"Good heavens! Could you just not place your pretty little ass on the chair and surrender yourself to me?"
"What do you mean by that?" froze the female as she noticed the way the man was eyeing her.
"It's Christmas Eve.Take the hint already! I would love us to be underneath the white satin sheets making love to each other."
"Did you perhaps hit your head before proposing this nonsense?If you are done with your nonsense, I would love to walk away from here before I cut that old body of yours into a few thousand pieces and put them in the garbage can."
"Quite aggressive. I love those types. They are exactly my style."stated Mark nonchalantly as he took a sip of his merlot from his goblet glass.
Byeol shot him a disgusted look.
"How much would you like me to pay for making you strip from that sangria dress embracing your curves? Three thousand dollars or maybe a ten?"enquired Mark making his ludicrous desire more evident.
