Chapter 102

"No, I mean. So."

Dane, who had spoken without realizing it, suddenly thought. Wait, why do I have to go this far? It's true that this bastard clings too much.

He was someone who wouldn't understand unless spoken to harshly. Plus, he needed to make him realize there was no hope during these 3 months so he would detach easily. If he treated him ambiguously, it might lead to worse results later...

The conflict started again, but the answer had already emerged. Dane was already aware that his heart had softened. Nothing to be done about it. He exhaled a short breath and opened his mouth.

"Pretty one, even the most handsome face becomes tiring when seen all day. And I'm not used to spending time with someone for this long. It doesn't suit my personality. It's bothersome."

He honestly pointed out the fundamental problem in a way that was as easy to understand as possible.

"Even lovers have different forms for each person. You might like clinging, but I hate it. Shouldn't we adjust to each other, pretty one? Pushing only what one side likes can't be called a healthy relationship."

This should be enough for him to understand.

Thinking that he had presented a cold, realistic judgment, Dane waited for Greyson's reaction. But for some reason, he just tilted his head and had an expression that was impossible to read.

"Did you understand what I said?"

When Dane, unable to wait any longer, urged him, Greyson suddenly smiled brightly. That face again... As Dane frowned, Greyson answered.

"I don't understand at all."

"Haaaa."

As expected. Dane covered his face with one hand and let out a deep sigh, then suddenly recalled something.

"You've had experience dating someone before, right? How was it with them? Did they like you following them around like this?"

No matter how much of a lover, no one would like someone clinging to this extent. Asking with confidence, Greyson scratched the back of his head and then laughed artificially again, "Haha."

"I didn't follow them around like this back then."

This bastard! Dane was so furious that a vein popped up on his temple.

"Then why are you doing this to me? Why are you clinging so annoyingly!"

"Because you're my true love."

At the nonchalant answer, Dane couldn't even shout and just raised his tightly clenched fists, trembling slightly. He had too much to say, which made it impossible to speak. After all kinds of curses went through his mind, he sighed as if exhausted and drooped his shoulders.

"You're too controlling."

Dane continued in a tired voice.

"I hate it when someone obsesses over me and clings to me. That's why I didn't like dating anyone. If you just do it moderately, I'm willing to accommodate to some extent."

When he presented another compromise, Greyson stroked his chin as if contemplating.

"What does 'moderately' mean?"

At the dubious question that came back, Dane readily answered.

"Don't contact me until I contact you, and don't appear in front of me as you please."

Greyson still didn't let go of his suspicious look and asked.

"Then when will you contact and appear?"

Dane answered as it came to mind.

"When I think of it."

He thought that should be enough, but Greyson didn't give in easily.

"I think about you all day, what about you?"

When Dane hesitated at the sudden unexpected question, he looked down at Dane as if he had expected it.

"If you're the same, then I can endure it too."

Dane silently stared at him and then vigorously rubbed his face with one hand. And with his palm still covering his face, he muttered.

"...I'll try."

"Good."

Thinking that this was finally over, he lowered his hand to see Greyson standing with one hand extended to him.

"...What?"

"Your phone."

Greyson, who urged him by waving his hand once more, said.

"You don't know my phone number, so give me your phone."

Dane, without taking his eyes off Greyson, took out his mobile phone from his back pocket and placed it on his palm with a thud. Greyson opened his mobile phone and immediately frowned.

"What, there's no lock setting?"

The answer that came back was predetermined.

"It's bothersome."

Greyson shrugged and skillfully pressed buttons to save his mobile phone number. Thinking it would end quickly, Dane waited with his hand extended. But surprisingly, it took quite some time before he finally returned the phone.

"What took so lo..."

Dane hesitated as he checked the phone. At the very top of the address book was 'Love, Greyson.' Dane silently looked at it and then deleted 'Love.' Greyson made a dissatisfied expression, but of course, he ignored it.

"Do I need to tell you my number too?"

Dane asked as he put the mobile phone back in his back pocket. He thought Greyson would call him since he took the phone, but it was unexpected that he only saved the number instead. To Dane's curiosity, Greyson answered nonchalantly.

"It's okay, I already know it."

"Huh..."

Dane only let out a tired sigh. Of course, Dane had never taught it to him directly, but he didn't bother to argue. He already knew from experience that it would be a waste of time. Greyson then demanded of Dane.

"Now that you know my number, send me a message whenever you think of me. Even just a single dot is fine. It's even better if you call. Then I'll accept your way too."

"Well..."

He was about to say it was nonsense, but before that, Greyson suspiciously asked.

"You told me not to lie to you, so you're not lying to me, are you?"

Dane was momentarily flustered, but there was no room for rebuttal. Because of that, he paused for a moment and then answered nonchalantly.

"Of course not. So is the conversation over now? I'm going first."

Dane didn't waste any more time, turned around, and walked away with large strides. He felt Greyson following behind him, but there was nothing he could do. They worked at the same place after all.

It's fortunate enough just not to ride in the same car.

He thought as he got into his old car and started the engine. If he had to listen to that damn 'Boobs Boobs' even during commuting time, he might someday strangle Greyson.

But Dane himself knew well that he had merely postponed the moment of crisis, and in reality, nothing had been resolved.

* * *

"What are you doing, Dane? For a while now."

DeAndre asked, seeing Dane sitting on a folding chair, shaking one leg and sending mobile phone messages. As the time to get off work approached, he became more anxious. He had never thought about one person so intensively in his entire life. If this was Greyson Miller's scheme, it had worked sufficiently. From after lunchtime when the afternoon began, he started to feel increasingly impatient and repeatedly took out and put away his mobile phone. All to send messages to Greyson.

DeAndre, who had been puzzled, glanced at Dane's mobile phone and was surprised.

"What, why are there so many dots?"

He asked, looking alternately at Dane's face and mobile phone, but Dane had no intention of answering. Eventually, DeAndre left, still curious. Dane, disregarding him, just stared at the mobile phone screen. As DeAndre had said, in the direction of messages sent by Dane, there were only dots lined up in a row.

Conversely, the messages sent from the other side were endlessly long.

[Beloved Dane. Did you see the cloud that just passed by? It looked exactly like a hot dog! Isn't it amazing that a hot dog is floating in such a blue sky? That fellow was as majestic as my Virginia. Haha!]

[Beloved Dane, I consider inspecting a chainsaw a life-risking task. Shouldn't we receive additional life allowance every time we inspect a chainsaw? What do you think? Want to file a lawsuit together? If we entrust it to Miller Law Firm, we could receive a million dollars. I'd like it if just the two of us filed the lawsuit. Then we could each get 500,000 dollars. Of course, I can give up my share to your lovely two Venuses. In return, you have to let me bury my face in them and kiss them to my heart's content!]

[Beloved Dane, did you know that even ants have working ants and playing ants? Is the ant passing under my foot now a working ant or a playing ant? Seeing them going together, they might be going to play together. Would you like to go play like those ants this weekend?]

[Beloved Dane.]

[Beloved Dane.]

[Beloved Dane.]

[......]

At the endless messages, Dane's complexion turned pale.