Chapter 169 A Panicked Gavin
Charles could tell by his expression that he was thinking along those lines and said with barely parted lips, "Gavin broke it by accident after drinking."
Mark was incredulous, "It's that shattered, are you sure it was just an accident?"
Without throwing it with immense, immense, immense force, that kind of damage simply wouldn't happen.
It had to be a fight!
"It fell and broke and I didn't notice, then I accidentally stepped on it," Charles explained, lying with an air of calm.
His reasoning was simple. Gavin was Daphne's Gavin.
Daphne, protective as she was, would not want people to know about Gavin's transformation after drinking and would subconsciously conceal it.
Mark didn't believe a word the boss said! He started pacing around the room.
Watching him, Charles's brow furrowed slightly, reverting to someone cold and detached, "What are you doing?"
"The quality of your floor tiles is truly subpar," Mark pointed out a small mark on the floor tile that matched a bit with the phone, "Just dropping the phone caused a mark."
Charles was silent.
‘Who would want to believe it? I wouldn't believe it even if I was paid ten million.’ After rubbing the mark with his hand and seeing it wouldn't come off, Mark stood up, intending to expose the boss.
And then, seeing Charles's expression.
Mark chickened out!
He changed his demeanor quickly, offering a slight smile, "It's getting late. You should rest, and I'll bring the new phone over to you after I get it prepared."
"Mm," came the indifferent reply from Charles.
It was a tone that suggested he had no interest in further chitchat, his whole demeanor radiating an air of 'I don't care for your company, please leave'.
Mark took the hint and scampered away.
That night, Charles slept more soundly than he usually did.
As for Daphne, it was business as usual for her; she never had trouble sleeping in new environments.
The following morning came early. Daphne woke up earlier than Gavin did.
After getting out of bed, she freshened up and ordered breakfast. Only after she was finished with these tasks did she go back to the bedroom to make the bed.
During this pause, Gavin woke up. He rubbed his slightly aching head and groggily sat up on the couch, his hair a mess as he glanced around the room. Once he confirmed he was home, he rubbed his head again and went to freshen up. He didn't think too much about it, assuming it was Gwendolyn who had brought him back.
After grabbing some fresh clothes from his room, he headed to the bathroom and began to sing along to a song while enjoying a steaming hot shower.
By the time Daphne had gotten up, she found Gavin was already awake and sitting there waiting for breakfast. They were quite similar in that aspect, after graduating, they both mostly lived alone. She glanced at the somewhat messy living room and subconsciously thought about how Charles's place was always tidy. Whether they were together or not, aside from last night, she had never seen his place in disarray.
While she was thinking about these things, Gavin was panicking in the bathroom. Halfway through his shower, he discovered a long strand of female hair! In that instant, his mind buzzed. He suddenly remembered that the floor was wet when he entered the bathroom, meaning someone else had been in his room aside from him, and it was a woman!
As he thought about this, he also recalled that when Gwendolyn dropped him off, she would always put him in bed, but this time he had woken up on the couch. Could it be? Had a woman brought him home?
The thought that it might be possible nearly split him in two. What exactly happened last night? Why did Gwendolyn let him go home with a woman? And how did this woman know where he lived? Or had he drunkenly brought someone home himself?
The more he thought about it, the more he was on the verge of breaking down. As a man of integrity, he could not accept that such an absurd situation had occurred.
Meanwhile, Daphne waited outside. After nearly half an hour passed without Gavin coming out of the shower, she went over to the bathroom door. Hearing nothing but the steady sound of water, no other movement, a frown creased her brow. Had he fallen? Fainted?
"Davin?" Daphne called out to him.
Startled by a woman's voice and the music slightly distorting the sound that came in, Gavin let out a piercing scream, "Ah!"
Daphne was puzzled. What was going on? Worried he had fallen over still drunk, she asked, "What's the matter?"
This time, Gavin calmed down a bit. He pieced together recent events, and the person outside seemed to be calling him. The voice sounded like Daffy's too.
With various uncertainties, he asked, "You... you're Daffy?"
"It’s me," Daphne replied, wanting to make sure he could hear her clearly, so she avoided just saying 'yes' and used two words instead.
Gavin suddenly let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness! It was his own Daffy. That scared him to death! He nearly thought his good name was at stake.
After assuring there was no issue, he happily took a shower, pleased as punch, and didn't bother to question why Daffy was there in the first place.
Five minutes later, Gavin emerged from the shower, having changed into a set of fresh casual clothes.
The breakfast that Daphne had ordered was already delivered, and she divided it into two portions. Setting a glass of milk for each of them, they began to eat.
After breakfast was done, Daphne looked at Gavin with a complex expression, pondering how to broach the subject of last night's events.
Prideful as he was, if he knew about the drama that unfolded at Charles's place, who knows how he'd react.
But she had to tell him.
Gavin paused mid-sip of his milk, feeling slightly guilty under her gaze, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He couldn't have possibly gone on a drunken tirade in front of Daffy last night, could he?
Wait a second!!!
Gavin stopped in his tracks, his composed face showing slight cracks.
He seemed to have forgotten the most, most, most, most, most important point; he was brought back last night drunk. In the past, Gwendolyn had brought him home when he was too tired or had a drink or two and didn't want to move.
"Seems like you've figured it out," Daphne said, somewhat relieved to see him come to that realization.
Gavin set his milk aside, the whole scene playing out as if in slow motion, "I was... drunk last night?"
Daphne nodded, "Mhm."
"Very drunk?"
"Mhm."
Gavin ran his hands through his hair, his composure starting to crumble.
Why do this to him... It's not fair!
"Was I... energetic last night, like the last time?" Gavin couldn't bear to say that he went berserk, "Hopefully not."
‘Please, let it be not.’
Daphne pursed her lips, then broke the news, "You were."
Gavin raked his fingers through his hair again, a look of worry spreading across his face.
With a guilty look, he glanced at her and then apologized, "I'm sorry, Daffy. I've caused you trouble again."
He subconsciously assumed that his antics began after he came home. And he subconsciously believed that only Daphne knew.
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