Murderer x Reader. (Book two) (SCRAPED)

Chapter Eighty-Three

(Happy Valentine's Day!!)

Third Person POV:

The time was 20:15 (8:15 pm) and everyone had gone home. Everyone but Milo and Ms. Angela. They didn't go home. Ms. Angela had just come back from a mission of her own. Meaning, she was cleaning up after Archer. She arrived with her motorbike looking tired on her face. She grabbed the bag and dropped it on the ground, whipping her head full of sweat then parked her motorbike near the workshop. She was hoping the repair man would be there because her bike broke down during the trip. Cops had been intruding lately. And the good thing was they did not follow her. "Welp that's that..." She sighed and dragged the bag. She dragged it upstairs, bringing it to a laundry shoot, where she disposed of it. She didn't have to do that for most of the bodies, only Archer's. Since he's a murderer, guess they have to be extremely careful. By the time she turned around, she was face to face with Milo. "Ah! Milo! Don't do that!" She was startled. Breathing heavily while her hand was on her chest. "Sorry Ms. Angela," He smiled. He hid his arms around his back with a gift ready for her. "H-hey I got-" "Milo...I know what you're gonna say but I have paperwork to do so please excuse me" She interrupted. Then moved him away. "No, it's not that!" She turned around and then frowned. He scratched his face and gulped. "I need to tell you something" She closed her eyes and spoke. "I'm sorry Milo, but I." "I LOVE YOU!" He said quickly "What?" her eyes widened. " Wait...what did you say?" Milo closed his mouth and blushed. He looked everywhere to see if his group was listening or watching him. Knowing that she wants him to repeat the words he was saying to her. They stood for a while waiting for Milo to release his words. She rolled her eyes and then turned to head to the stairs. "Wait no Ms.Angela!" He ran up to her with the gift he wanted to give with Flowers in his hands and a gift with a bow on top. "Please...wait" She stopped on the stairs looking at him from above. He went downstairs slowly to meet her on the 2nd floor and sighed. Folding her arms and looking him in the eye.

"Ms. Angela...I love you" He looked down holding the gift to her. Her expression turned into a smile and looked at the gift. "It's true..." She lifted his face up to him and he saw a smile. They shared a moment of looking each other in the eyes and after all those years of hiding his confession, he now has to share his speech with her. "Ms. Angela...all these years I've been a dummy. Trying best to get you close to me and what I have thought of you that....You're a hard worker, smart, you're good at planning things straight, and...you're pretty." He blushed at the last word then smiled. "Can't believe how far I've come to know you much" He felt her hands holding his face and felt something that inspired him and made him feel better. He never felt better in his life until he noticed her face near his face. It turned out she kissed him or he kissed her. He felt that she took the present from him and hid it behind her. He shook his gaze and then looked at her blushing. "Milo...I" He looked up to see her talking again. He could sense she was lost in words so he finally kept quiet. "That's really sweet of you...thank you for that and," She looked away to check the time. "I better go now. I'll see you, Milo." She planted another kiss and went away. He watched her disappear around the corner.

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The time was now 20:45. (8:45 pm). Milo walked up to Ms. Angela's office. He found her asleep on her desk. He walked over to her and wanted to wake her up so she could get home and sleep. But when he was by her side, he didn't want to wake her up. "What am I going to do...? She can't sleep here..." He whispered to himself and tried to figure out what to do. He looked at her and thought about how she looked pretty when she was asleep. Eight minutes had passed, and Milo was sitting on a chair, asleep. Ms. Angela woke up, to her computer pop up the option to update now. She looked around and saw him on the chair. She walked over to him and woke him up. "..Huh?" Milo woke slowly up, and saw Ms. Angela in front of him. "Milo, you have to go home and sleep." She helped him up from the chair, and over to the elevator door. He seemed so out of it from being tired. "What about you...aren't you suppose to go home and sleep too?" Milo stopped to look at her. She paused, "Yes...I am.." She answered him. He sat on the floor and looked down. Ms. Angela was tired of holding her secret to herself. She wanted to share it with someone...But she couldn't say anything to Mio. They both sat on the floor for five more minutes. She was at his side, with his arm around her. She hadn't noticed it, due to exhaustion, but she quickly did. She moved away from him. Feeling her face red. "Ms.Angela...Are you alright?" He leaned toward her. She nodded, "I'm fine." She looked down at the floor. "I...I'm alright, Angel-...Milo." Milo tried to get contact with her eyes, but it was difficult. He took her hand and held it, making her finally look up at his eyes, they both got closer to each other. When they were close enough, Milo pulled her into him and hugged her. "You're not yourself, Ms. Angela...What's the matter?" Milo wanted to know what was going on for Ms. Angela. He knew she wasn't herself. Her face showed surprise. What was she going to say? She couldn't tell him the truth. She took a deep breath, pulled herself back from Milo's hug, and looked into his eyes. "I'm just...confused...That's all..." She looked down at the floor again, and didn't know what to think or say. Milo held a hand to her cheek and moved her head up. "Why are you confused..?" Milo wanted to know. It was like there were so many secrets she kept for herself, and wanted to share with people, but couldn't share it. "It's..It's something..With you." She said trying to look away from him, but his eyes kept her eyes at his. She couldn't remove her eyes from his. "Me..?" Milo asked a little confused. She nodded, "Well...I'm not really...Confused..." Milo held her hands, "What are you feeling then?" He asked confused. Ms. Angela's lungs tightened. She felt anxious, nervous, and embarrassed.