IS THIS ANOTHER LESSON LEARN?

CHAPTER XIX

He met her gaze, unflinching. "If it fails? Fine. We walk away—no bitterness, no regrets." 

A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "But if it works... then maybe all this arguing was just us being too proud to admit we wanted the same thing."

Sam seems shocked.
"Okay, I think I need to try."

Trevor, taken aback by her immediate agreement, took a moment to process. "You... really? Just like that?"

He raised an incredulous brow, a skeptical smile playing on his lips. "Just a few minutes ago, you were pushing me away and acting like I was your worst enemy. Now you want to... *try*?"

"You want me to take it back?" Roll her eyes

Trevor chuckled wryly at her eye-roll, shaking his head. "No, don't you dare," he replied, his voice edged with dry humor. "Just didn't expect such a quick turnaround, is all. I'm not used to you being agreeable—it's a nice change."

"Duhh, because you confess on me many time, the handsome hot Ceo is confessing many time to the hard headed stubborn woman like me." (smirks) Sam harshly tease him

Trevor huffed a laugh, leaning against the wall and raising an amused brow at her words. "Hard headed? Stubborn?" He scoffed, a smirk tugging at his own lips. "More like a pain in my ass."

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "But yes, the handsome, incredibly hot CEO is confessing his feelings for the hardheaded woman who's far too damn charming for her own good."

Sam Kiss his cheeks. "Can you please not tell to Sandra? I just want her to see and get it. Okay?"

Trevor's breath caught in his throat as her lips brushed his cheek, a wave of surprise and something else he couldn't quite identify jolting through him. He blinked, clearing his throat, eyes trained on hers.

"Fine," he agreed, voice a bit hoarser than usual. "I won't tell Sandra. She'd never let me hear the end of it anyway."

“ Thanks,  Tomorrow is Sunday I don't have work. I will cook and go back to your bed Mr. I'm going to sleep don't forget to close the door. Goodnight! "

"And just like that, she's giving orders?" Trevor muttered, watching her walk away with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

He shook his head as she disappeared into her room. "Cook in *my* kitchen... sleep in *my* bed..." A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "You're really taking over my life, Sam."

With a soft sigh, he reached for the door handle. "Goodnight," he murmured to the closed door—low enough that only he could hear it.

"And don't think I won't hold you to that breakfast."

The next morning, Trevor sat in his kitchen, sipping coffee and scrolling through news articles on his phone. He was dressed in his usual crisp suit and tie, the image of the successful CEO even in his private time. His mind, however, was far from business.

His thoughts kept returning to the previous night's conversation—Sam's decision to agree to try a real relationship. He was still trying to process it. It was as unexpected, as it was... appealing.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's almost eleven… she usually sleeps late.."

"Goodmorning, sungit. Mukang kanina kapa dyan. Hahahaha inaantay mo ba si ate?"

Trevor jolted slightly, eyes narrowing as he looked up to see Sandra walking into the kitchen. She was way too perceptive for her own good.

"Morning," he grunted in response, trying to appear unperturbed. "And who said I was waiting for anyone?"