Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 35
Gerald went straight into the room used to play games. He placed the package on a table near the computer. The burly hand took off the jacket, before throwing away the original, he picked up the phone in the pocket of the cloth.
Before opening the contents of his shopping package, Gerald took a magsafe or magnetic charger. He remembered that his phone was running out of battery power, so the cold-tongued man attached the device to an energy charger for his smartphone.
Gerald left the device on the table. He did not turn on first, because the company's mobile phone from California will automatically turn on when the battery is charged.
While waiting for the seven-inch six-pointed screen to light up, Gerald sat on his most comfortable chair for him to be alone. The man pulls the desk drawer, takes the razor. Ready to open the package box.
Casually, Gerald released the latest joy stick. That thing as ammunition to play games in there.
Mr. Giorgio's son still did not make any sound until now. He actually seemed to try the gaming equipment that had just been purchased.
Gerald continued to do his usual activities. He did not seek or ask where Cathleen, his temporary wife, was. Even the man did not take seriously the marriage that had been done. Gerald still felt like he was single.
Gerald's eyes, which had been focused on playing games, now turned to glance at the cellphone that began to light up. Less than a minute ago it just turned on automatically. There must be an incoming notification if it is like that.
Gerald held the joy stick in his left hand, while the right was used to pick up the phone. Direct the screen to the face so that the lock screen opens.
The man opened a notification showing dozens of incoming messages and missed calls from a number he did not keep. Gerald opened and read the contents of the chat.
Gerald continued to scroll and read the contents of the message all the way down. He puts his shoulders, closes whatsapp without replying, and puts the phone on the table again. “Maybe he's home too.”
As unenthusiastic as Gerald was to his wife. It's bodo time with Cathleen. After all, it has fulfilled the desire of women who hold them accountable to be married as well.
Gerald continued his activity playing games, the daily life of Mr. Giorgio's son was indeed happy to spend time with digital games.
After an hour spent in front of a fifty-inch monitor, Gerald stopped the activity when his eyes began to feel tired. He left the room, moved to the room to clean the body after a day out looking for his lover who remained undiscovered until this moment. I don't know where Chloe is now.
While flushing his head with a shower, Gerald's thoughts suddenly seemed to be circled by dozens of messages sent by Cathleen. There was one sentence that made him think. “Did he really wait for me to come back? It seems impossible. Surely the woman will come home, it's early in the morning. Where could he have waited for me all this time.”
Gerald was still relaxed as usual. He wears a boxer, dries his hair first, then relaxes his body to sleep.
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...Look closely Cath, due to not being grateful to have been given Edbert who overdosed on love to you, now even dapetnya husband who does not care. Mamam has freedom wkwkwk *bad laugh*...