Chapter 87

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"You, don't you have any common sense?"

As soon as they arrived at the secluded empty lot where no one was around, Dane immediately let go of Greyson as if throwing him away. Greyson, who had been obediently dragged along with his arm held by Dane, faltered but soon regained his balance and stood. Dane waited for him to stand properly before opening his mouth. Just as he was about to speak, he contorted his brow.

Greyson was looking down at him with a bright smiling face, his cheeks flushed pink.

What is this bastard thinking?

Inwardly cursing, Dane spat out words that made Greyson hesitate. The answer came only after 2 or 3 seconds.

"What?"

But it was just one word after all. Dane quickly poured out his words.

"When a person is hanging on a wall, you should rescue them regardless of the reason. No one in the world talks like you. You can think it, but you shouldn't say it out loud."

Though he thought he had explained it as clearly as possible, what happened next was unexpected. While he was preparing to counter responses like 'Why?' or 'Who cares,' Greyson opened his mouth.

"Ah..."

The flush disappeared from his face and the corners of his mouth dropped. Seeing his expression that was clearly disappointed to anyone, Dane naturally frowned.

"What's with that reaction?"

At the blunt tone, Greyson muttered with a deflated tone, even dropping his shoulders.

"Just for something like that..."

"What do you mean 'just'?"

Dane stared at him in disbelief. As expected, he was someone with whom communication was impossible. I was wrong to try to have a conversation with this man in the first place. Dane readily accepted his mistake. Anyway, he had managed to salvage the situation, so that was enough. Satisfied with just having defused the situation before another headache-inducing incident occurred, he tried to leave.

"Wait."

Suddenly, Greyson stopped him from behind. When Dane turned around with an unwelcoming face, he frowned and stared at Dane.

"Is that all?"

"Yeah."

At the short response, Greyson looked blank as if dumbfounded, but soon contorted his brow.

"You dragged me all the way here just to say that? Just that?"

He repeated the same word several times, raising and lowering both hands. Seeing that reaction, this time Dane was the one who was dumbfounded.

"What the hell were you expecting, you damn bastard? What else would you and I have to do in a place like this?"

At the blunt retort, Greyson let out a short "huh" sigh. Seeing that reaction, something that had only been ominously present in Dane's mind suddenly took shape. Soon, he stood askew with his weight on one leg and looked at Greyson with a frowning face.

"Don't tell me you thought I would... do something with you here and followed me?"

The corners of Greyson's mouth rose, and that damn flush appeared again. Fuck, this crazy bastard! Dane shook his tightly clenched fist in the air, then dropped it and said.

"That's not going to happen. As I said before, that was an accident, and it won't happen again, so erase it from your mind, understand?"

Then he added mockingly.

"Losing memories is a characteristic of you extreme Alphas, isn't it? Since you're usually weird, that should be quite possible, right?"

Dane, who had demonstratively tapped his head with his second finger, regretted it as soon as he turned around. Was there a need to go this far? Due to a useless twinge of guilt, Dane glanced back and hesitated. Greyson was staring intently into space, stroking his chin with one hand as if lost in thought.

"What are you doing?"

Somehow feeling an ominous premonition, he asked without realizing it. As soon as Dane showed interest, Greyson answered with sparkling eyes as if nothing had happened just now.

"I was calculating how much more pheromones need to accumulate to lose memory, since it requires that much accumulation."

That answer alone was absurd, but it didn't end there. To Dane's bewildered reaction, blinking his eyes, Greyson continued, pretending to be serious.

"Since you drained my pheromones almost to the bottom last time, it seems it will take quite a while to accumulate enough to lose memory, what should I do? This is troublesome."

"Ha."

Dane let out a short exclamation and immediately regretted it. What guilt for such a bastard, I'm the stupid one.

As he turned around with a curse, he suddenly became curious. Does this man really not know anything about emotions at all? With a furrowed brow, he turned back. As expected, when he immediately made eye contact with Greyson, who had been looking at him, Dane still frowned and asked.

"Have you never felt sad or happy, or anything like that?"

Greyson just blinked and looked at Dane. As if to say, what's that?

"I mean..."

Would this be how Teacher Sullivan felt when trying to teach Helen Keller what water was?

Trying to explain the meaning of what he had said, Dane felt disheartened. This guy, how on earth did he interact with other people? As he thought that far, he soon realized. Since extreme Alpha bastards are all like this, it probably wasn't particularly difficult.

"You know what fear is, don't you?"

When Dane pointed this out, Greyson tilted his head again this time. Feeling his chest tighten once more, Dane asked.

"How did you feel when I fucked you?"

This time, he spoke with certainty. Recalling him turning pale and shouting.

But this time too, Greyson showed a completely different reaction. Haa, after letting out an excited sigh, Greyson's face flushed again.

"It felt good."

Dane was so taken aback that his mouth gaped open. For the first time, he was at a loss for words, but he shook his head vigorously and quickly regained his senses.

"No, before that. When you were running away."

He urgently continued speaking to elicit the answer he was guiding toward.

"You said you didn't want to be raped, remember? Don't you remember? Think carefully about what you felt then."

Remember, remember. By now, he was inwardly repeating with a sense of mission.

"Ah."

Did he realize it this time? Dane's expression brightened, but of course, it was a misconception. Greyson still spoke with an excited face.

"I don't remember, it felt too good afterward."

"This damn, fucking!"

Dane ended up kicking a nearby tree with a bang. Was it wrong to try to teach this bastard something in the first place? How on earth did this man's parents raise this bastard? It became difficult to distinguish whether he should admire the greatness of the parents or curse them for raising a child like this and sending him out into the world. At that moment, Greyson opened his mouth.

"What I felt then, wasn't it joy or happiness, something like that?"

Seeing his expression with a seriously furrowed brow, Dane suddenly felt his anger rise. Recalling that even that anxious face was nothing but pretense, it felt like facing a massive wall.

"It's different, you idiot. That's just sexual pleasure. Or maybe it's dopamine exploding from pheromone release!"

After spitting out roughly, Dane pressed his throbbing forehead with one hand. How on earth could he make that bastard understand? As he thought that far, he impulsively opened his mouth.

"You..."

He was about to ask how it felt when he was trapped in the basement but stopped. He thought it would be too cruel a question. Even though he couldn't know what emotions Greyson Miller had about that incident.

"Haa."

Dane looked up at the sky and let out a deep sigh. Suddenly, everything felt futile. What was the use of all this?

"Forget it, let's stop."

Dane muttered in a voice drained of all energy and turned around. I should never do such a futile thing again. It was wrong to waste energy on someone else's business like this in the first place.

"Dane..."

It was just as Greyson called his name. He was about to say something, but he wasn't given the time. Almost simultaneously, Dane's mobile phone rang, and Dane checked his phone without hearing Greyson's voice. He tilted his head at the unknown number, then pressed the call button.

"Yes."

Thinking he would hang up immediately if it was spam mail, he responded briefly, but silence returned from the other end. What is this? Dane frowned and was about to hang up when, by a narrow margin, the other person spoke up.

- Um, hello.

"Who is this?"

When Dane asked abruptly, she swallowed dryly as if nervous and asked in a trembling voice.

- I, last time... um, you said you would go to the hospital with me...?

At the weak voice full of anxiety, Dane hesitated. His slowing footsteps soon came to a stop right there.