Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 196
Gerald tried to close his eyes, imagining how he lived alone. Without his wife who had accompanied him six months less. The shadow of his solitude is left by people who are always by his side when joy and sorrow turns out to be able to make his dry eyes begin to feel moist.
“I love you, Cath. Don't part from me,” muttered Gerald very softly. There was also water that started to come out of the eyes. Living the moment imagining his life without a wife can make him cry.
Gerald slowly opened his closed eyelids. He looked towards his twin who had not gone too far. He soon followed to show his sad face.
The bodies of two people who were about to get out of the cafe. “See, I managed to cry.”
But Geraldine didn't just believe it. “Oh, yes? Are those your tears of sadness or fake?” He tipped a little so that the head could align with Gerald. Smelling smells around the face, who knows the twin using the help of pepper, chili, or others.
Geraldine returned to her normal position, looking at the table to see if there were any suspicious objects. It was exactly the same as when it was abandoned. His hands stretched out to poke the circle that came out of Gerald's eyes. He licked whether it was real or not. It turned out to be salty, yes he had once tried to feel his own tears so he knew what it was like.
Not just get there. Geraldine was still observing whether her twin nose was deflated or not. And right, Gerald's nose has started to blush. Now he was sure that the man was sad.
“Roxy, please help Gerald,” pinta Geraldine on the man standing next to her.
“To be honest I have received orders from Mr. Dominique and Giorgio that I may not help him. But, since you asked, I will do.” Roxy was indeed the one who obeyed Geraldine's orders more. Because there is a hidden taste for that woman.
“Come to headquarters, all data is on my computer.” Roxy invites the pair of twins to follow him.
Gerald drives his own car back to Cosa Nostra. Geraldine and Roxy. Arriving at the destination, they headed straight for Roxy's room.
Anyone new to Dominique and Giorgio would have to fill in a lot of important data, and would be protected by Cosa Nostra. So, it's only natural that Roxy can know the name of Cathleen's lawyer.
“Angel Austine his name.” Roxy read out the documents in front of her. He told me where the lawyer worked every day.
“Thank you, you guys were very helpful.” Gerald patted Roxy and Geraldine's shoulders simultaneously. His legs immediately swung out of the room to meet Cathleen's lawyer.
Gerald has arrived at the workplace of the person he wants to meet. He immediately asked the receptionist. “I want to meet lawyer Angel Austine.”
“Sorry, the person you are looking for is still outside. If you want to wait, please can sit there.” He explained very kindly while pointing at the sofa.
An hour later, a woman named Angel Austine also arrived. She had just returned home from accompanying Cathleen to the state court to enter a divorce form. His body stood in front of Gerald sitting when he was told someone was looking.
“Master, you looking for me?” ask Angel.
Gerald stopped playing the game, his head looking up. “Are you Cathleen's lawyer?”
“True.”
Gerald stood up. “Yes, I'm looking for you. You know who I am?”
“Suami Miss Cathleen.”
“Good, I want to talk important things with you.”
“Let's go to my room, Mr.” The lawyer named Angel invited Gerald to talk in his office to make it more comfortable.
Now they are sitting face to face and are blocked by the work desk.
“What do you want to talk about, Mister?” ask Angel.
“I want to ask you to persuade Cathleen to withdraw her divorce suit,” pinta Gerald with her earnest face.
“Sorry, Sir, can't.” Angel saw from Gerald's face that the man didn't seem to want to be separated. “You can just come during the trial, prove that you really want to maintain the household. I am sure that Miss Cathleen will consider not being separated.”
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...Udahlah Ge, gausah tired of fighting for those who do not want to fight. Sitting sweet while playing games is better not to bother thinking about girls. Gausah love, duda for life...