Chapter 170 As Long as Someone Else Was The Fool
"You don't have to apologize to me; after all, it's not me you wronged," Daphne said, knowing the sting of her words but also recognizing their necessity.
Gavin had to know what he had done. He was aching to find out.
His spirits suddenly lifted, and he stopped tousling his hair, "What do you mean by that?"
Why did he have a bad feeling? Don't tell him he had made a scene on the streets? That couldn’t be right.
Daffy wouldn't let him make a spectacle on the street; she knew how much he cared about his image.
"Last night you were at..." Daphne started to explain.
"I get it!" Gavin blurted out quickly, the truth wasn't as cruel as he thought, "I made a fool of myself with booze at Gwendolyn's place, didn't I? After that, she had no choice but to call you over?"
That had to be it!
How was he going to keep a straight face, oh man, and give Gwendolyn work instructions from now on?
Gwendolyn would surely think, ‘What a hypocrite!’
Daphne considered what was more embarrassing; making a scene in front of her close secretary or before someone she didn’t know well. She concluded it was slightly better in front of a stranger.
After all, you don’t have to face strangers every day.
"It's not as bad as you think," Daphne consoled.
Gavin, amid a meltdown, saw a glimmer of hope.
This time he stopped guessing; he had already thought of the worst-case scenario. If Daffy said it wasn't that bad, he could accept it, "So where did I make a scene?"
"At Charles's place," Daphne said with chilling calmness.
Gavin stiffened as if someone had hit the pause button on him.
At Charles's place?
Charles! Daffy's ex-husband!
It was mortifying!
"No, wait." He stopped ruffling his hair and furrowed his brow in thought, "Why would I go to Charles's place? Even if I was drunk, Gwendolyn should have brought me home."
The plan he'd set up yesterday was to get to know Charles better, to probe his character. To see why he had let Daffy down. That plan didn't require Gwendolyn to drink or stop her from bringing him home.
"Mark mentioned that when asked whether Charles or Gwendolyn should take you home, you chose Charles," Daphne relayed, unclear about what truy happened, "Charles didn't know where you lived, so he took you to his place."
Gavin was speechless.
Impossible.
Daphne had to be tricking him.
How could he have possibly chosen to let Charles take him?
"Almost had me fooled," Gavin said with a knowing look, snorting twice, "Didn't expect our Daffy to start lying."
Daphne just watched him, not taking the bait.
Initially, Gavin was in denial, convinced Daphne was just messing with him. But as he finished his breakfast and Daphne didn't provide an answer, he started to believe it might be true.
"You're not honestly telling the truth, are you?" Gavin had to ask in the end.
"You can ask Gwendolyn," Daphne glanced at the time, "He should be getting ready for work about now."
Right! He should ask Gwendolyn.
Gavin frantically searched his entire body for his phone, only to find it later nestled on the couch. He was just about to call Gwendolyn when her call came through. As soon as he answered, she cut straight to the point, "CEO, should I come to Mr. Lancelot's place to pick you up, or are you coming to the office?"
The question struck Gavin like a bolt out of the blue. It obliterated the last shred of hope he had!
"Did I truly leave with Charles last night?"
"Yes, CEO."
"Why didn't you stop me?" Gavin was on the edge; his mood was sour early in the morning, "As my secretary, you let the boss of our partner company take me away. Do you think that was appropriate?"
"It wasn't," said Gwendolyn, her response watertight.
Gavin was exasperated, "Then why did you let Charles take me?!"
"I wanted to take you home, but you refused my help and chose Mr. Lancelot," Gwendolyn stated the unembellished truth, "You both told me to go, so I left."
To be honest, he was still baffled as to why the CEO would rather go with Mr. Lancelot than with himself.
He hadn't been in close contact with Mr. Lancelot for that long.
Gavin ended the call decisively.
He lay in despair on the desk, staring lifelessly at Daphne, "Daffy, just kill me now, I don't want to live."
It was humiliating.
Utterly humiliating!
"Let's not rush into not wanting to live," Daphne said as she metaphorically plunged a knife into him, "You still need to apologize to Charles and compensate for any damage."
Gavin was puzzled, "Damage? What damage?"
With a mix of emotions, and following the principle that it's all the same whether one is stabbed once or twice, he chose to embrace the agony. "What on earth happened last night at his place?"
"I'm not sure of the specifics, but when you called me, your imagination turned into that of a martial arts master," Daphne provided a rough summary, the details of which she was unaware, "Telling me not to come find you because Charles was going to take me down as the number one."
Gavin was speechless. What kind of delirious statements were those?!
"And you said you'd beat Charles badly," Daphne added.
Gavin was quiet.
Daphne continued, "There's one more thing."
"What is it?"
"You thought the drunkenness from the alcohol was poison that Charles had given you and you wanted to force it out," Daphne always had a way of delivering the most sobering words with a sting.
This time, Gavin truly wished he could just vanish into thin air.
He wished he had never watched so many martial arts TV shows and read so many martial arts novels.
It was nothing short of social suicide.
"If you feel too awkward to apologize, I can do it for you next time when I go to help him restore his phone’s data," Daphne understood the mortification of the social faux pas. And if it were her, she probably wouldn't want to face it either, "I'll also make sure to reimburse for any damages."
"I'll go," Gavin took a deep breath and decisively made up his mind.
So, what if it's social suicide?
If he isn’t embarrassed, the embarrassment is on someone else!
When he went to apologize, he did so with a stern face and solemn seriousness. Even if Charles wanted to laugh at him, he wouldn't be able to find a reason.
Hmph!
Daphne raised her eyebrows slightly and tentatively asked, "Are you sure?"
"Positive," Gavin had made his decision.
"Okay." Daphne didn't stop him but wanted to be informed, "Just let me know when you're going, so I can take care of the phone issue."
Gavin grunted in affirmation.
The two of them got ready and left the house.
Gavin and Daphne headed to the Murphy Group. Gwendolyn, as usual, approached him upon seeing him.
"Don't hang around in front of me today, I don't want to see you," Gavin said with a cold dismissal.
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