His Greed (COMPLETE)

chapter 4.

chapter 4.

"What is the most produced crop in the world?" Wala sa sariling itinaas ni Viscara ang kamay at tulalang nag salita.

"Corn is the first, then wheat is the second, rice is the third." Viscara still reminiscing what happened last week. Wraith. Just by thinking his name, her heart beats so fast. Pangalan palang iyon, paano nalang pag nakita niya ulit in person ang lalaking iyon na ninakawan siya ng halik.

Well, first kiss doesn't matter to her, specially for a foreigner like them, virginity also don't matter to them, but when her nanny told her that virginity is very important and the only precious and a wonderful gift she could give to her future husband, so from the time she heard that, maingat na siya sa araw araw.

"How about lightning?" She sighed and focused herself to listen to there lessons.

"Lighting is seen before it's heard. Because light travels faster than the sound. One's distance from lighting can be measured by the delay between its visible flash and audible thunder; each mile is equal to roughly five seconds." As usual, siya ang sumagot. Dahil kung hindi siya ang sasagot, si Bleign.

Talking back to Bleign, since what happened last week, he became so aloof. Even to her. Lumipat pa nga ito ng upuan, lumipat ito ng upuang malayo sa gawi niya. Minsan ay nahuhuli niya ito naka tingin sa kaniya at pasimpleng nag nanakaw ng tingin. Pag naman nag tatama ang kanilang paningin, walang emosyon ang ibinabato niya sa dalaga. Viscara sighed and of course, being a brat and a master in ditching class, she stood up and interrupt the professor.

"Miss Myncis? You always interrupt my lesson just saying you want to pee." Viscara just looked outside and not even bother to look at the prof.

"I only need your permission, its just a yes or a no." She looked at the professor letting her see the boredom in her eyes.

"And what if i say no?" Viscara sighed and crossed her arms before answering the prof.

"I don't care. I'll do whatever i want. Besides, i am the one who's making my grades." The prof looked at her, unbelieving.

"Alright, mukhang hindi ka papapigil. If you answered correctly my question, you can and you don't have to ask me a permission, if you want to go out, then go out. But I'll only grant that if you answered my question correctly." Her lips parted and goes thinned. She's confidence that she can and she will beat this prof.

"Give me your blank, your blank, your blank masses reads the blank at the base of the blank and blank. Then the lines came from a poem that blank wrote to raised money for the pedestral. I'm sure since, you're half british and half american, you know that answer." Kumunot noo si Cara at muling inalala ang question ng Prof. She's hundred percent sure that she encountered this lesson when she's in new york, exchanged student kasi siya nung elementary.

"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddle masses reads the plague at the base of the Statue of Liberty. Then the lines came from a poem that Emma Lazarus wrote to raised money for the pedestral. Now, i will go out and you will grant what you've said." Tuloy tuloy siyang lumabas at walang iniwang tingin para kay Bleign, she can feel that Bleign is staring at her. And she don't give a fùck ever.

Her destination is should be in the canteen, but her feet walked her in the garden. The memory those seven days passed flashed into her mind, the man holding a black rose, the stolen kiss, the intense between Bleign and..

Wraith..

Her heart beats so fast again when she remembered the name again. Those blue intimidating eyes, the jawline, the masculine body figure of that man still in her mind. The soft kiss touches hers.