Chapter 184: Gemma Gets Mad: Six Years With You, Guess I’m Just Unlucky
Shawn stood there, dumbfounded.
What kind of logic was that?
But wait, she was probably doing this on purpose to grab his attention.
The undercover agents these days were way too professional.
“Forget it,” he muttered, losing interest.
He’d thought about playing along with the undercover act, but now? Not so much.
With that, he turned and walked away.
Thea finally let out a breath of relief.
This guy was just too good–looking. She couldn’t help but wonder if her rival had sent him to mess with her.
She couldn’t fall for it.
She had bigger plans, like taking over the Black family.
That evening.
Many people had already gone back down the mountain.
Those who stayed were just looking for a quiet retreat, wanting to escape the hustle and bustle of the city.
But there were no streetlights here, and the place relied on candlelight for illumination.
That got everyone grumbling.
A lot of them couldn’t handle it and gave up, heading to bed.
Gemma, on the other hand, knew how to read the clouds.
She could tell it was going to be a cloudy night, so she’d prepared some fireflies in advance.
They were in two little glass jars–portable little lights.
One for each of them.
Cassius kept staring at the jar, his expression more serious than usual.
Years ago, when Gemma had helped him leave the mountains, she’d given him three jars of fireflies.
But he’d dropped one and broken it.
In the end, he had kept just a shard of the glass as a memento.
He’d cherished it like a treasure all these years.
And now, it seemed like the heavens were favoring him, giving him another jar.
Well…
Actually, it wasn’t the heavens he should thank.
It was Gemma.
“This is really nice, and practical too. You’re so crafty,” he said.
Gemma scoffed. “It’s just a life skill.”
If it weren’t for her rough childhood, she might’ve come up with even more cool inventions.
Thinking about that, she got a mischievous idea.
She grabbed some grass.
‘Cassius, what’s your favorite animal?”
Cassius looked at her–she was so cute, like a little kitten–and without thinking, he answered.
“A cat.”
Gemma laughed, teasing him. “I thought you’d say Tommy.”
She twisted the grass in her hands, making it flutter like it was alive.
Before long, a tiny green cat appeared in her palm.
“Look, how about this little kitty?”
Cassius took it carefully, cupping it in his hand.
He was gentle, as if afraid to break it.
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“You don’t need to be so careful. It’s not that fragile. And if you break it, I’ll just make you another one.”
Cassius‘ eyes softened a little.
“Yeah, this is really nice. Your life skills deserve a 99.”
Gemma smirked, the competitive streak in her kicking in. “What about the other 1?”
Cassius thought for a moment before answering seriously.
“I’m saving it for you. After all, a single cat is lonely. You should make it a pair.”
Gemma glanced at the cat figurines being sold by the lovers‘ bridge and thought his suggestion was perfect.
“Alright, I’ll make another one.”
She looked like she could go on forever without getting tired.
Her energy seemed endless, and Cassius couldn’t help but smile as he watched her gather more grass.
Then, as his fingers brushed the little cat, he noticed something odd.
The cat’s tail seemed to have a spring mechanism. When he touched it, the cat actually leapt forward.
Cassius blinked.
That was unexpected.
Gemma soon finished the second cat, and now they both had one.
“Goodnight, Cassius.”
Though she was exhausted, she kept the conversation going.
Workaholics were impressive, weren’t they? She felt like they could talk all night.
Cassius nodded. “Alright, I’ll walk you back.”
The fireflies were released, and darkness returned to the mountain.
The only sound was their quiet footsteps.
When they reached the door to her room, Cassius suddenly spoke.
“Don’t you remember anything else?”
Gemma, half asleep, leaned against the doorframe.
“What did you say?”
“Never mind. Go to bed.”
“Okay.”
Gemma tapped her forehead, trying to shake off the sleepiness.
The moment she drifted off, a face flashed in her mind. The little mute boy.
He was crying.
It seemed like all the talk about the mountain village had dredged up some old memories.
As they say, what you think about in the day shows up in your dreams at night.
She shrugged it off. No need to dwell on it. And just like that, she fell asleep.
The next morning.
Gemma was jogging around the church on the mountain when she unexpectedly bumped into Marcus.
He had planned to head back down yesterday afternoon, but for some reason, he just couldn’t bring himself to go.
He was afraid of facing Margaret’s pressure.
Instead, the peace of the church had drawn him in.
It felt like he could find some calm here.
Last night, he’d spent hours sitting by the lovers‘ bridge, not praying or anything, but just finding a strange kind of peace.
So, he decided to stay a few more days.
“Gemma?”
He couldn’t believe it.
The lovers‘ bridge had literally brought her to him.
He almost wanted to pray right there by the bridge, but he was afraid that if he left, Gemma would vanish too.
Gemma, on the other hand, wasn’t happy to see him. Her good mood evaporated instantly.
She cursed inwardly, “Seriously, why do I always run into this jerk?”
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She had come here to pray, and this idiot shows up.
“Hey? Your Ms. Johnson didn’t come?”
“I forgot. She’s pregnant now, can’t climb the mountain.”
“Well, that’s good then. Mr. Wilson, excuse me.”
She tried to leave, but Marcus stopped her.
“Gemma, why are you still mad?”
“If you’re here to see me, doesn’t that mean you’ve forgiven me?”
“Can’t we just stop throwing a tantrum?”
Gemma stared at him, confused. “What??”
Honestly, she was starting to wonder if Marcus had some kind of mental split.
“I think our situation is pretty clear.”
“We’re divorced! I even went to the registry office to get the divorce certificate!”
“Do you understand what that means?”
“It means, from now on, whether we live or die, we have nothing to do with each other.”
“So whether I’m angry or throwing a tantrum–it’s none of your business.”
“Mr. Wilson, you’ve got a lot going on, so if you have free time, go live with Mabel or something!”
Marcus‘ eyes were bloodshot, like he was about to burst into tears.
Now, he finally understood why the character for “regret” was written the way it was.
His heart felt like it was being stabbed every day.
It hurt so badly he could barely breathe.
“Gemma, what do I need to do for you to forgive me, for you to give me another chance?”
Gemma took a step back, putting some space between them.
“I don’t want anything to do with you ever again!”
Marcus looked like he might lose it. “What about the six years we spent together?”
Gemma gave him a cold smile. “Guess I’m just unlucky.”
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