We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

Darren took the utter silence as confirmation that it was indeed Gareth’s work. He cursed irritably, “Son of a b*tch! How dare he!!!”

Some of the servants stood aside quietly while others stealthily resumed their duty.

Darren was hot under the collar. Immediately, he called Gareth and rebuked head-on when the call got through, “Brat, how dare you pick my roses? Those roses were for your grandma. Why didn’t you fu*king buy the roses from the florist?! And you ruined my rose shrubs! What are you going to do with those roses? You don’t even have a girlfriend! Why did you fu*king pick my roses, and it’s not even Valentine’s Day?!”

Rage got the best of Old Mr.Wickam. He railed at Gareth at the top of his lungs.

After lashing out at Gareth, Darren thought Gareth would explain himself, but to his surprise, there was no sound from the other side of the call.

“Didn’t you hear what I said, brat!?”

Darren’s tone was seething with acid even though he tried to stifle his bristling rage.

meeting, and my phone

room fell into awkward

caught in a daze after hearing Old Mr. Wickam’s words until Gareth’s voice nudged them back to

Old Mr. Wickam was short-tempered, but hearing him spewing swear words still took

were surprised to know that Old Mr. Wickam planted roses

romantic

women

took quite a substantial number of roses. Old Mr. Wickam was spot on. Gareth did not have a girlfriend, so why did he suddenly want to pluck the roses? Could the

Gareth fall in love with Elisa? Was he trying to rekindle

one dared to say anything. They warily held their breaths, fearing they would rub Old Mr. Wickam and Gareth

when he heard that Gareth was in