Saint watched Heart working at his desk through the glass walls of his office, blatantly staring at his man. He smirked as a medium brown piece of hair flopped into Heart's eyes, and he spun the pencil in his hand nervously. If anyone was to walk into his office right now, he knew that they would see stars in his eyes and the head over heels smitten look on his face. But frankly, he didn't give a single damn about any of it anymore. He had defeated his dad for breaking the contract. There was nothing that man could do now. So it didn't matter if there were two years or half a day left, no one could stop him from liking Heart anymore.
That night was stuck in his head and the day after. Everything about it was perfect. He could hardly believe the truth.
