Capítulo 1593: Chapter 1593: So Wild
Moved into the new home, all the daily necessities were brand names Gavin Graves was accustomed to, but the sudden change in environment inevitably led to insomnia at night.
It wasn’t until nearly five in the morning that he finally fell asleep, but once asleep, he started having nightmares.
He dreamt of Cherry with that young boy, using the tone she used to sweet-talk him, saying to the boy, “I’ll be very good, keep taking care of me, won’t you?”
The boy answered affectionately, “Okay.”
He wanted to go forward and separate them, but found himself surrounded by corpses, trapped in a sea of bodies, unable to move, unable to breathe…
When he woke, daylight was bright, it was already 10 in the morning.
A cold sweat covered his back.
Sitting on the bed for a while, Gavin Graves felt helpless about the situation. He wasn’t a young lad, writing love letters and sending roses, that wasn’t something he could do. Between mature men and women, these kinds of gestures seemed pretentious.
But Cherry liked them.
Gavin sighed deeply and took out his phone to make a call—
“Clementine, what kind of courting did you prefer when you were younger?”
“What do you mean by that? Are you saying I’m very old now?” On the other end, Clementine was offended, her voice sharp.
Suddenly she switched, questioning, “Really?! Gavin Graves, Madison Richards has only been dead for half a year, and you’re already interested in another woman?!”
“Haha! Scumbag…” Another female voice chimed in.
Gavin recognized the voice and his eyelids twitched, “Who are you with?”
“Your ex, we are shopping together now.”
Gavin: “…”
“You both have fun.” He said, “I’ll hang up first.”
“Hey! Don’t hang up!” Clementine hurriedly said, “It’s rare that you call me, go ahead and make it clear if there’s something.”
“Yeah, you’re always acting mature and out of touch, how can you understand a young girl’s mind? Tell us, what’s happening?” Another ex joined the conversation over the phone.
Gavin felt complicated.
These were once his most appreciated confidants.
Insightful and understanding, they never held onto leftover feelings. Since there was no emotion left, they seemed very proactive when throwing stones at someone who’s down.
“You could try a marshmallow kiss; just thinking about it is so romantic, eating heart-shaped marshmallows together!”
“And the Ferris wheel, I was obsessed with it in high school.”
“I’ve seen a boy dress up in a mascot costume to amuse his girlfriend, then propose with a ring; wow, I thought it was so romantic then.”
“No, no, no, a necklace is better! Especially when the boy puts the necklace on the girl, both naturally hold their breath… then, kiss!”
“Ah, I can’t take it anymore; I’m going to have a nosebleed!”
…
Gavin remained silent.
Women… regardless of age, seem to share this trait.
He hung up and let out a frustrated sigh, pondering carefully until, eventually, he made an uncomfortable call instructing his subordinate, “Order a bouquet of pink roses for me, two amusement park tickets… and cotton candy…”
Gavin pressed his tingling scalp, closed his eyes, and continued, “Cotton candy… has to be heart-shaped.”
Listening to this series of requests, the subordinate vaguely understood something and tested, “Need a fireworks proposal package?”
Gavin was slightly surprised, “There’s such a package?”
“Yes, there’s also building light confession, drone professing love, onion ring proposal…”
“Onion… proposal?”
“Yes, extracting concentrate from onions and spraying it inside the ring box so when it’s opened, it can move the lady to tears.”
Gavin listened without words for a long time.
Are young people playing this wildly nowadays?
The subordinate cautiously asked over the phone, “Do you need it?”
“No… not the onion.” Gavin rubbed his forehead, “Fireworks will do, fireworks are enough.”