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.

uttered indifferently, “I’m in a meeting, and my phone is being cast

room fell into

hearing Old Mr. Wickam’s words until Gareth’s voice

Old Mr. Wickam was short-tempered, but hearing him spewing

that

romantic despite his old

never attempt to get on the good side of anyone? He also said men should never pamper women lest they would get spoilt by love. But

Wickam berated Gareth for picking his roses from the courtyard without permission. According to him, Gareth took quite a substantial number of roses. Old Mr. Wickam was spot on. Gareth did not have a girlfriend, so why

in love with Elisa? Was he

say anything. They warily held

Wickam got even more furious when he heard that