Chapter 1505: Chapter 1505: Torment
Mr. Ghost Hayes said, “If you truly love someone, no matter how bad they become, you can still see their lovable side.”
Cherry paused slightly, her gaze intense as she looked at him.
Mr. Ghost Hayes felt uneasy being stared at and quickly said, “That’s not what I said, it’s from a TV drama.”
Cherry pouted, withdrew her gaze, and rested her cheek as she pondered.
Her thoughts were always quite capricious, one moment this way, another that way, and Mr. Ghost Hayes was pretty much used to it.
Holding a booklet, he recorded the numbers of the buyers he had met while chatting idly with her, “I think that old lady from earlier looked familiar, like the countess in the news recently who was donating her inheritance. Hereditary nobility, wealth beyond your imagination, living in a mansion on thousands of acres of land, the house looks just like a palace… Oh, thinking about it, her being so old with all that money she can’t spend in her lifetime, I really feel for her.”
Cherry wasn’t listening at all, lost in her own thoughts, “Gavin Graves never minded that I’m a ghost… does that mean he really loves me? But if he truly loves me, then why is he ignoring me…”
“Hey, not minding you’re a ghost might also mean he has eccentric tastes, it doesn’t necessarily mean he loves you.” Mr. Ghost Hayes blurted out.
Cherry: “…”
She looked at him with a sinister gaze.
Mr. Ghost Hayes hesitated for a moment, quickly putting on a smile, “But the family head of the Graves Family doesn’t seem like someone with eccentric tastes, so he definitely loves you! Ha, haha…”
“Hmph!” Cherry glared at him, flinging her sleeves as she walked out.
…
After leaving the bar, Gavin Graves returned to his room to shower and wash away the smell of alcohol.
While resting in his room, he received a notification from the auctioneer that he was “honored” to have the chance to meet the evil god and could make one request, with three days to consider, no extensions.
Gavin Graves was in turmoil, feeling that throwing hundreds of millions into the mix was just asking for trouble.
What could he ask for?
Ask her to forget Nathaniel Summers. Could she do that?
Ask her to love him. Does she even understand what love is?… She’s heartless.
Annoying.
So annoying.
Gavin Graves lay on the bed, even with his eyes closed, there was a slight furrow between his brows.
He had never worried about women before, or perhaps he never considered women’s issues worth worrying about.
His time and energy should be spent on running the family and expanding his business empire, not getting tangled in romantic entanglements.
He couldn’t recall when it started, but his mind was filled entirely with her shadow.
Annoying…
Even though she was clearly annoying, he always thought of her, it was truly strange…
Gavin Graves sighed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
It was already very late.
The night blurred the boundary between the sea and the horizon, the tide roaring, the full moon hanging high, silver-white as frost, its light spilling in, casting a cool palette that amplified the loneliness felt by the melancholic.
Gavin Graves felt this was karma.
When others were young and impetuous, seeking life and death for love, he remained calm and composed, vying for power and influence; when others were busy finding the balance between love and bread, he remained focused solely on building his empire.
He wasn’t one to seek indulgence, never stumbled over romantic affairs, so it seemed like the heavens weren’t pleased with him, sending a demon to make up for his hormonally deprived youth, tormenting him in the process.
…Tormenting him day and night.
Gavin Graves didn’t sleep well all night.
He had a nightmare, dreaming that the matchmaker was wrapping red threads around him, while Cherry urged from the side, “Don’t let him escape! Don’t let him escape!”
So the red threads wound tighter and tighter, almost binding him into a mummy, he could hardly breathe!
In the end, he vaguely saw the matchmaker’s face turn into the likeness of Mr. Ghost Hayes, and he awakened, frightened.
“What a mess…” Gavin Graves sat in bed, gently exhaled, feeling a helplessness that made him want to laugh and cry.