Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 70
Gerald realized that someone was coming and sitting next to him. But, he was reluctant to take his eyes off the computer. I was trying out a new game this morning.
As Gerald did not seem to glance in the slightest at the tray Cathleen placed, the sweet-talked woman took the initiative to feed the husband. Instead of him talking to tell to fill the stomach immediately, it is better to be fed. For Cathleen, that doesn't interfere with concentration. Gerald also just needs to chew.
Cathleen's hand also took the opening stand, the canape. In his heart he prayed that Gerald would not be angry if he was fed while playing the game. Cathleen offers a cream-coated, cracers-based dish topped with raw salmon.
Gerald glanced at the hand in front of his mouth, he stopped for a moment to pause the online game that was being played.
Gerald, who initially did not want to glance at Cathleen, now looked at the woman who began to smile at him. Gerald's face did not express a single bit. He didn't even ask his wife why he came to see her.
“Eat, I feed. So you don't have to stop playing games.” Cathleen spoke with a clarified lip gesture so that Gerald could understand what was being said.
It was very clear the movement and opening of Cathleen's mouth, Gerald whose ears were covered by headphones alone until he could understand. His mouth opened and entered the dish that was fed by the woman as his wife and whether or not until when it would be like that.
While chewing, Gerald noticed Cathleen's appearance from top to bottom. He remembered that the one the woman was wearing was his shirt.
Feeling noticed, even though Gerald did not make the slightest sound, Cathleen immediately asked for permission because it was presumptuous. “Sorry, I'm wearing your shirt but I didn't tell you. I didn't bring a change of clothes.” He put on a face that showed guilt.
“Just use,” says Gerald.
Both of Gerald's eyebrows were jerked upwards in response yes. He had already lowered the volume as Cathleen's mouth muttered.
Gerald refocused on the monitor before him. Continuing the game that had paused. While Cathleen continued to feed the husband because it was never rejected by the man who was stingy once spoke it.
So painstakingly Cathleen fed Gerald until the dishes carried were exhausted. “If you're happy I'm bribing you like this, I can do every day for you.” He made an offer. Who knew that such a way could make her cold husband even warmer.
Cathleen knew that Gerald could still hear her chatter. Because, no sound leaked out of the headphones, so he judged that the volume of the object in the ear of the husband was very small.
“No need to bother. I can do it alone, I don't want to trouble you. And you're not my servant either.” Gerald immediately refused at that moment. Although the focus is on the game, but now he can be invited to communicate little by little, as long as the voice is soft and not impressed pushy.
“Rather than you always eat late, later can hurt.” Cathleen tried to persuade.
“No need to pay attention to me excessively. I can't promise to repay everything you've done to me, nor do I want to give you any hope.” Gerald instead gave a warning in the form of his flat voice.
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...Eh Gege the eternal snow, I tell you, now you can talk rich that way, but behind you noh the cunning king is planning something. You have to be careful and careful not to get into your family's trap. Maintain your indifference until the cat bosen and back to Eed, kasian the cute but single Edbert...