The Older Man She Craves Can Hear Every Naughty Word In Her Head Chapter 05
Atticus said nothing.
But after that, he stopped avoiding me.
He didn’t show me any other affection, but that alone had me over the moon.
I tossed and turned late at night, bragging to the comments proudly. “He accepts me, right? Right?”
[Even so, Theodore is coming home soon. You don’t have much time.]
I searched online for plans to win someone over.
Step one: Win their heart through their stomach.
I snuck into the kitchen in the middle of the night.
An hour later, I failed before I even started. I squatted in the kitchen covered in mess, blowing on my oil-burned hand and flipping through a recipe in frustration.
I guess I don’t have what it takes to be a cook…
The next second, the recipe was taken from me.
“Give it back!”
I was angry at first, but my temper died the second I looked up into Atticus’s eyes.
“…You’re up this early?”
“I had no intention of getting up now. Then came the sound of you detonating the kitchen.”
I felt extremely guilty. “Sorry…”
He pulled me up and held my hand under cold running water. “You need to run cold water on burns. Didn’t I tell you last time? If you want to eat something, you don’t have to cook it yourself. Just ask the chef.”
I hesitated to speak. “But I wanted to…”
“Wanted to what?”
My voice dropped. “…Nothing.”
How can I say I wanted to make him breakfast? It’s so embarrassing.
Atticus froze for a moment and applied burn ointment to my hand. “Why didn’t you go to the play I told you about last time?”
“I didn’t feel like it…”
If I said I wanted to go with him, he’d never agree anyway.
I turned my head away awkwardly. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I wasn’t asking you to come with me.”
He said, “Okay.”
“Huh?”
I stared at him blankly.
He said, “I’m off next weekend.”
In that moment, fireworks of joy exploded in my head. Crackle pop! Whee—crackle pop! Crackle pop!
Atticus frowned slightly. “So noisy.”
No one was talking. Why was it noisy?
I suddenly felt something was wrong. It was so quiet just now. He couldn’t possibly be…
“Auditory hallucination.” Atticus said it calmly, claiming he’d had a temporary tinnitus.
I didn’t think any more of it.
That weekend, we went to the play happily.
While he was engrossed in the play, I quietly stretched out two fingers and made them walk like little people, inching toward his hand.
Can we talk about how gorgeous his hands are? The things they could get up to…
So hot, so sinful…
Before I could touch him, he pulled away.
Atticus checked his watch naturally and glanced at me. “Watch the play.”
I complained silently in my head.
Avoiding me and showing off about it? So annoying!
Wait till I get a chance. I’ll stick to you like glue and you won’t be able to shake me off.
After we left the Grand Theater, I walked ahead, leaving him behind.
He asked, “Why are you walking so fast? Now everyone’s going to know you have the longer legs.”
“Longer legs? Sounds to me like you’re trying to make fun of me…” I stopped and turned to argue, only to bump straight into his chest.
I stared up at him, stunned.
That nose bridge? You already know what else is big.
Atticus stepped back at once, but I hugged him.
I smiled and threatened quietly. “There are a lot of people here. It’ll draw attention if you struggle.”
His body went stiff. “Let go.”
“No!”
“Freya.”
“I won’t let go unless you call me Fefe or something sweeter. Look, people are watching us.”
Atticus followed my gaze and saw people staring.
He lowered his voice threateningly. “Be sweet. Let go.”
I pressed against him, laughing so hard I could barely stand.
“Oh no… why is it that all of a sudden, I can’t hear a thing? What am I supposed to do about that!”
His ears turned red with frustration before he finally spoke. “…Fefe, let go.”
Having gotten what I wanted, I released him and dashed off ahead.
Comments: [Hahaha, see? No one can resist the human-shaped sticker strategy!]
Out of breath, I ducked into the narrow gap between the car and the hedge.
Harry rolled down the window and asked in confusion, “Miss Merriweather, what are you doing?”
“I’m hiding! Shh, don’t tell him where I am.”
Just then, Atticus’s voice came from behind me. “Hiding from who?”
“Hiding? You misheard!”
I climbed into the car and sat up straighter than a schoolchild.
“Let me in.” Atticus tapped on the window.
“Just get in on the other side.”
His expression was as composed as ever, but his voice carried a faint trace of amusement. “I’d rather not.”
I moved over and opened the door for him.
Harry gave us both a strange look, then promptly minded his own business and kept his eyes on the road.
During the drive, two little voices fought in my head.
Atticus must be furious.
No way. A hug isn’t a big deal.
But he hates being touched by women.
You already did it. Don’t be scared. Just act like you’re not a girl.
A low laugh from Atticus cut off my mental civil war.
I looked at him in alarm. He must have gone crazy from anger.
Atticus stopped smiling.
I panicked even more. Oh no. He really does seem pissed…
He curved his mouth again.
Just then, his phone vibrated.
The smile dropped from Atticus’s face when he saw the screen.
Contact name: [Theodore.]
