Chapter 661


    Chapter 661 I Will Be Waiting


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    Andrew quickly handed him the phone.


    Gilbert took a look. His tightly furrowed brow slowly eased up. Even the gloom on his face slowly


    dissipated.


    [On Christmas Eve, bring Andrew and Ada over after your great–grandma falls asleep. I’ll be waiting for


    you all.]


    ‘Was she hesitating because she was wary about Grandma and not because she disliked us disturbing


    her and Jensen?‘ With this thinking in mind, he no longer felt upset. He handed the phone back to


    Andrew with a smile on his face. “Come on, let’s go over for dinner. I will take you to ma’am’s ce on


    Christmas Eve.”


    Andrew and Ada looked at each other, both having puzzled looks on their faces.


    On Christmas Eve, It’s customary for all the families to have a family gathering, yet Davian was alone


    in his apartment ying online games. What killed the buzz was that the other yers were all


    couples. He quit after just one round, then put down his phone, feeling depressed. As he looked out the


    window at the brightly lit city, he suddenly felt a sense of loneliness.


    He had worked for Gilbert for years and even forgotten about getting a girlfriend. As his parents‘ home


    was too far away, he could not find someone to drink with on asions like this. His phone suddenly


    rang, jolting him out of his thoughts, and he quickly picked it up. Usually, whenever he saw Gilbert


    calling, he would behave cautiously. But today, the caller ID of Mr. Kooper on the screen looked


    extraordinarily kind. As he answered the phone, a giggle apanied his softened tone of voice.


    Gilbert nced at his phone in puzzlement. “Davian?” He thought he had the wrong number.


    “Yes, Mr. Kooper. It is me.”


    “Talk nicely, and don’t giggle.”


    “Okay.” Davian put away his smile and asked in a serious tone, “What can I do for you, Mr. Kooper?”


    “Didn’t I ask you to find out the whereabouts of the women’s prison personnel a few days ago? Any


    news?”


    Davian pouted. He thought that Gilbert was calling to ask him for a drink. After all, Gilbert was also


    single.


    “Hello?” Gilbert impatiently frowned when he did not get a response from Davian.


    “There is no definite news yet, but there are clues. So far, there are leads to two female jailers,” Davian


    quickly said.


    “Can you find out exactly where they are before Christmas?”


    “After Christmas, maybe?” Davian was going to cry, as it was only five days before Christmas. There


    was not enough time.


    “Try your best,” Gilbert said.


    “I will, Mr. Kooper.”


    “Are you going back home this Christmas? You may take a break after this is over.”


    “No, no, no… I don’t need a break. My parents will pressure me to get married if I go home. I don’t want


    to go back.”


    Gilbert smiled. “All right. I will introduce you to the right girl when I see one.”


    Davian was all smiles. “Thank you, Mr. Kooper. Thank you, Mr. Kooper. You are the best boss in the


    world.”


    ‘Brown noser.’ Gilbert smiled and hung up the phone. He got up and went to the window, looking out at


    the lights, his mind drifting back to the time when he and Kisa were stuck in the cave.


    It was a horrible ce, and he almost died in the cave. But he missed those days immensely. Every


    time he recalled Kisa’s persistence in saving him, herying on him, murmuring that she would not


    leave him behind no matter what, her saying she believed in him, his heart felt warm. These days, he


    missed her terribly. But he was afraid that if he saw her, she would be as cold and hateful to him


    as before. He realized that, in the end, he was also a coward. Still looking out at the city lights of


    Calthon, he wondered which one of the lights was hers and what she was doing now.


    He took out his cell phone and swiped his fingers over the familiar string of numbers, wanting to dial


    them several times but dismissing the idea because of the concerns in his mind.


    ‘She should be having a happy Christmas dinner with Jensen. In that case, I shouldn’t disturb her,


    spoiling their mood and pissing her off. Heh, when did I be so cautious with her?‘


    He sat in the recliner, staring at the stars in the sky with fascination. His mind was flooded with her


    face. He raised his hand, ced it on his forehead, and forced a smile, thinking he would probably lose


    sleep again tonight.


    On Christmas Eve, an upscale bistro was full to the brim.


    When Jensen arrived, Adrien was already there. Adrien was not the only one there; there was another


    person: Peter.