World's Best Protagonist [BL]

"Yes. Cancel our plans."

I sat nervously at the edge of Claude’s bed while he continued talking to someone over the phone. It must be the team, but what plans was he talking about? Did they make another plan without including me?

I frowned in dismay.

I wet my lips, ready to spill my unheard opinion on this matter, but then, just by moving my lips, I could feel the deadly fog in the air, silently threatening me that if I opened my mouth, it would seep right in my holes and kill me.

My poor, unfairly treated standpoint cried with me. Claude was facing the window, only his side profile came into my view, but I could tell he was restraining his anger just from the bulging veins in his neck, add the clenched jaw to that.

I already apologized for falling right above his head, but after telling me to stay put on his bed, he walked away and continued the call.

Since then, I’ve been quiet, obediently waiting for him to finish the call and face me. Well, I’m not really hoping to talk with him. My head was still a jumble of mess and if I tried to speak to him, I might just spew nonsense.

But sneaking out of his room guarantees my sudden death.

So, I stayed still, sitting on his bed like a good kid, while my eyes roamed every corner of his room, wondering where the furniture was. He has a pretty spacious room, but aside from the bed I was sitting on, a small side table, and a pretty standard lamp on it, there was nothing else.

It’s like a room of someone who does not intend to stay. Living without putting effort into his living space.

My hands touched the soft mattress, so I also noticed how smooth it was, as if it wasn’t used often. Does he sleep somewhere else? His lover’s bed? Or that...who was it again? That heiress woman who attacked me before.