Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 177
Gerald decides to prove whether Chloe's really alive. He immediately moved off the floor. His body was in pain all from sleeping on a hard pedestal. But never mind, because it can not release all emotions in others, the man does prefer to torture himself.
Feeling sticky and the smell of alcohol, Gerald cleansed the body first. He was wearing clothes that were stored in the game room, just plain shirts and shorts only.
Gerald came out with his hair still wet. He did not look to his right and to himself. The goal is to go straight to the door.
“Darling, just woke up? where are you going?”
Suddenly Cathleen's soft voice made Gerald stop his steps. The man looked at the kitchen where his wife was there. But that question is not answered.
Cathleen is trying to stay strong, strong against her husband who is putting on a mute fashion. He approached Gerald who was still standing in the middle of the room. “Eat first, it's already afternoon.” His hand held a three-striped burly arm, leading his man to be seated in the dining room.
Gerald didn't rebel, it's just his mouth kept locked.
“I've made spaghetti, eat before you go.” Cathleen handed him a plate filled with food, and he sat down opposite Gerald.
Directly devouring the wife-made dish, Gerald hurriedly finished his afternoon meal. He stood up right after the plate was empty. Without saying goodbye, his feet again stepped away from the dining table.
Cathleen let out a slow breath. At least he knew that Gerald was still healthy and still appreciated the dishes that had been made.
Gerald stopped right at the door. Looking towards Cathleen who was smiling sweetly towards him. The man's face remained flat, no one could read his thoughts.
Immediately deciding on a view, Gerald opened the door and exited leaving his wife alone in the apartment. He didn't say where he was going.
While Cathleen, she smiled bitterly. “Gerald needs some time to calm down Cath. You should be able to make room for your husband to think. He was very disappointed. Still want to sit together, look at me, move me to the room, and appreciate my cooking was already amazingly grateful.” She stroked the chest, removing the selfish nature of wanting to hear the voice immediately and feel the warmth of her husband.
Cathleen had no intention of following Gerald. He does not want this slightly stretched relationship to be more chaotic if he does not give the husband space to think. After all, angry at the man, still go home to the apartment even though early in the morning. “Better I meet Alceena and my niece alone, than to keep thinking and sad waiting for my husband warm again.”
Though, without Cathleen knowing, Gerald is now stopped at the hospital mentioned by Edbert. He has to ascertain the information about Chloe, whether it is true or not.
Gerald's getting in the elevator. He's headed for the special floor of the VVIP room. Each stomping footstep was accompanied by a thump. I don't know what made the man afraid to open the door in front of him.
“May only people who have the same name as my late lover,” muttered Gerald.
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...Unfortunately, your prayers I will not grant Ge. What you'll see inside is your dearest Closet, and ready to shift the Cat's throne. Or if not, meningan Closet same cat so only one. Kan mayan let the cat have a place to poop, not poop in the sand again...