Chapter 3 - Caspar (1/2)

The guy, who noticed Finland's gaze, suddenly turned his head toward her and almost surprised her.

”Yes?” he asked softly.

”Er ... nothing ...” Finland hastily looked away.

Oops... that was close.

When the guy turned and looked at her from such close proximity, Finland immediately felt her heart pounding. He was so handsome. His mesmerizing blue eyes were so perfect. Finland had never seen a human this beautiful before.

”I'm sorry for being so reckless just now, that I hurt your arm...” Finland said later.

She knew it was her fault, endangering others just to save up some money. She didn't even want to think about the consequence if she had bumped into a weak old lady... She could have killed her.

These thoughts made her even more depressed and fretfully her fingers started to damp.

”I'm glad you realized your mistake. Please don't ever do that again,” replied the guy. He turned towards Finland and slowly a smile curved up on his lips for the first time.

Oh... That's not fair! This creature even had two perfect dimples when he smiled.

For a long second, Finland couldn't say anything.

”We are here, Sir,” said the driver when the car stopped in front of a luxurious condominium building on Robertson Road No. 1.

They didn't expect to arrive so soon. The driver helped to take out Finland's suitcases from the trunk. The guy also came out of the car when Finland was about to enter the gate.

”I would love a cup of tea, please....” said the guy suddenly. Finland, who just had the gate unlocked, was taken aback. She was just about to thank him for driving her home, but apparently the night was not over yet.

”Er... but... aren't you on your way somewhere else? You still don't believe that I live here?”

”I always have a cup of tea after I land in Singapore. But today I had to come here, to your place, and I missed my tea appointment. It is only right for you to give me a cup of tea, especially since you wounded my arm.”

Finland was going to refuse his request, but relented. After all, it was her fault. Hopefully, if she treated him well, he would not ask for too much compensation for the accident.

The guy offered to carry one of Finland's suitcase as they ascend to the 17th floor.

”Please don't look,” Finland said before she entered the door lock combination. The guy nodded and turned around. It was Jean's apartment after all and Finland didn't want a stranger knowing the passkey.