Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 34
Cathleen followed the receptionist's direction, sitting on a sofa reserved for waiting areas or relaxing. The woman tried to contact Gerald, so that her husband would pick her up in the lobby. However, the call made by Cathleen was not connected.
“What's Gerald's phone dead? Or is this number no longer active?” mumbling Cathleen while keeping the phone away from the earlobe to see whatsapp profile belongs to her husband. “No photos. Try me chat.”
Cathleen also typed a message on Gerald, noting that she was in the lobby of the man's apartment. “Huft ... tick one,” he complained.
To make sure once again, Cathleen called using a regular number, not through the whatsapp app anymore. “Stay only not connected.” Her lips are thick and bent. “Did he avoid me?”
Cathleen didn't give up until there. He tried asking Geraldine, but she didn't connect either. “I forgot, she ‘kan was on her way to Paris.”
Breathing softly out of Cathleen's lips. He slid the phone screen over the bag that was held on top of his thigh. The body slowly leaned against the sofa. “I just wait for Gerald to come down or go home,” murmured.
It is not funny if he bought his own apartment there, while having a husband who lives in the skyscraper. Not to mention that Edbert still did not give up on taking himself away or intended to separate him from Gerald. Although Cathleen has not loved her husband, but the man can help keep Edbert from being overprotective.
Waiting too long made Cathleen unconscious already asleep there. Many residents of the apartment passed by while glancing at him. Until midnight, then the atmosphere is quieter because many are starting to rest.
And while everyone should be sleeping to restore energy after a day of activity, Gerald just set foot in the apartment lobby at two in the morning. He did not go upstairs, because he wanted to take something first at the reception.
Gerald's foot swung from the elevator behind the sofa where Cathleen was asleep. The man doesn't know if his wife is there. Because, Gerald's eyes were fixed straight without looking to the right and left.
“There's a package for me?” gerald asked the male receptionist.
“Wait a minute, Mr.” The receptionist was seen reading something on the computer, a large list of deposit items written there. He immediately picked up a package addressed to Gerald Gabriel Giorgio.
“There's one, Mr.” The man placed a not-so-big box in front of Gerald.
“OK, thanks.” Gerald carried the items he bought from an online shopping site.
Gerald walked right past the couch. It did not matter if there was someone who at first glance seemed to be asleep there with a face covered in hair. He was not too curious also with the affairs of people galvanizing in apartments like Casa Grande, until hitchhiking to sleep in the lobby. Even he did not pay much attention to the details of the clothes of the sleeping woman, the son of Mr. Giorgio just focus on heading upstairs where his residence is.
Because the system in the apartment was twenty-four hours, so employees there also applied shift work. The receptionist who had been serving Cathleen had gone home, changing male employees. And at the change of shift, the receptionist who worked before forgot not to leave a message if there was someone looking for Gerald.
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...Unfortunately the fate of the Cath, the newlyweds uh sleep in the apartment lobby wkwkwkwk. It was considered bad for her husband himself. HAHAHA *bad laugh*...