Chapter 493.
<strong>Chapter 493. Rekindling Old mes before Parting Ways at the Break of Dawn. (1/3)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Saturday.
<span style="font-weight:400">I woke up with a mild headache, nothing too bad.
<span style="font-weight:400">Wisteria was by my side but she wouldn’t budge an inch. She definitely drank too muchst night. She said she’d check out herselfter on her own. Her flight was set forter in the evening today.
<span style="font-weight:400">We parted ways there.
<span style="font-weight:400">By the time I got on my motorcycle, I was already starting to miss her.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I got a sudden text from her with a video attached, that notion flew out the window.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was a clip of her masturbating beside me on the bed before I woke up.
<span style="font-weight:400">Why did she always have to ruin things?
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, it wouldn’t be her if she didn’t do these sorts of things I guess.
<span style="font-weight:400">She’d been so well behaved yesterday too. She was a good girl at heart… if only she wasn’t like <i><span style="font-weight:400">that</i><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">Haaaaah. Whatever, I’m sure we’ll see each other again eventually.
<span style="font-weight:400">I drove back to the farm early in the morning to pick up Rosa but it seemed they spent the night in the city together and they weren’t back yet.
<span style="font-weight:400">I should have contacted Rosa beforehand. I me the vodka fromst night.
<span style="font-weight:400">I sent her a text.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘I’m back at Dawn’s farm, where are you right now?’
<span style="font-weight:400">I received a response a few minutester.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Sorry! We had a girls'' night out with Dawn’s mom. We got wasted. We’re on our way back right now.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘You got drunkst night?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Yeah.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘You’re underage, what is Dawn’s mother thinking?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Don’t be so stiff. Dawn’s mom’s pretty chill.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Has she been drinking her sorrows away all these years?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Yeah. She likes to drink.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Did she say anything about yesterday?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘She… didn’t. What happened? You were pretty out of it yesterday too and Wisteria wouldn’t tell me anything either.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Sorry. The target died right in front of me yesterday. It shook me up a bit more than I expected.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Then the reason Dawn’s mom drank so muchst night was because of that?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Yeah… it wasn’t exactly a pleasant sight, to say the least.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘I don’t get it. He was a scumbag, what’s there to feel so bad about?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘He was a scumbag who betrayed her, but he was still her friend of many years. He did some messed-up things, but he wasn’tpletely irredeemable. In the end, I couldn’te to hate him. I might even feel a bit sympathetic.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘You’re sympathizing with the enemy? Aren’t you getting a bit too soft?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Maybe. What’s Aurelia doing now?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘She’s out cold in the passenger seat.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Wait, she finally decided to meet Dawn’s father?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Decided to? Nope. I dragged her ass into the truck while she was out cold with a reluctant Dawn. Enough dilly-dallying around, she needs a push so I’m gonna push her.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘What if things go south?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Who cares?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘She does.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Well, I don’t.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘By the way, how did your date with Wisteria go after we dropped you back off at the cinema?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Well… it’s a bit hard to say. We just bought a bottle of Vodka, rented out a hotel room, got drunk, and passed out on the bed.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘What the hell? And to think you had the nerve to criticize me for underage drinking? You’re no better than me.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Haha… sorry.’ I mean, at heart, I’m over forty now so there’s a difference. I do not condone underage drinking. It’s an especially bad idea if you’re someone with little self-control.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Vodka’s pretty hard, how was it?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘It was awful. What’d you have?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Red wine~’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘How elegant of you.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘I’m a ssydy after all~’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘How’d it taste?
<span style="font-weight:400">‘It was really good~ the one I tried had a dark, sweet vor.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Dark? What the hell does that mean?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Hehe~ heavy and tannic, dry with an astringent taste.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘You just searched that online to try and sound ssy, didn’t you?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘I… did no such thing. How dare you falsely use me?’
<span style="font-weight:400">I could practically feel her eyes averting away suspiciously to one side through her text.
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Well, whatever. How long until you guys get back?’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Hmm… maybe in about ten to twenty minutes.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘Alright, I’ll be waiting for you here then.’
<span style="font-weight:400">‘See you soon~ xoxoxo ???’
<span style="font-weight:400">So embarrassing… how do girls include stuff like that in texts without wanting to jump in a hole and die?
<span style="font-weight:400">Feeling my face heating up a little, I shoved my phone back into my pocket and refused to continue staring at that embarrassing text.
<span style="font-weight:400">A few minutester I noticed Dawn’s father headed my way from out in the field.
<span style="font-weight:400">When he noticed me he called out, “Oh, kid, yuh’re back?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.” I waved at him awkwardly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Weren’t yuh and yer girlfriend supposed to be leavin today?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, we are.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see... Are they inside?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. They’re on their way back right now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh weren’t with em yesterday?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, they were having a girls'' night out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’re you sighing for?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My daughter. Just when she made a good friend she can have a girls'' night out with, she’s already leaving. I can’t help but feel a bit sad for my daughter.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, that’s just a part of life. Meeting, parting, and reuniting one day again in the future, isn’t it?
<span style="font-weight:400">“True. For my daughter’s sake, I only hope that dayes sooner rather thanter. She’s still young, unlike her old man who it’s toote for.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Toote for? What do you mean?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nothin, don’t worry bout it kid.”
<span style="font-weight:400">It was pretty obvious what he meant.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What if it’s not toote for you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It is toote. I’m already in my forties now. I’m too old for those kinds of things.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So what if you’re in your forties?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh wouldn’t understand.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I think I would though.” We were in the same club.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What would yuh understand? Yer just a little teen even younger than my daughter.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe. But how about we make a bet then?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“A bet on what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Whether it is toote for you or not.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? And what do I get if I win that bet?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s something you’d want if you win?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh sure yuh want to leave that up to a scheming old man like me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Go ahead. I’m confident I won’t lose no matter what.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Confident enough to break up with yer girlfriend if yuh lose?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, bet. You’re on.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? Are yuh crazy, kid?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all, I don’t take bets I’m not certain of winning.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heh. I see, yer probably not takin it seriously and don’t even n to go through with yer words even if yuh lose.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t believe me? Then how about we get it in writing?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh mean a contract?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hold on. What do yuh even get out of this bet? What do yuh want if yuh win?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How about… your farm.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Pffthahaha! Take a hike, kid.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? You’re not confident?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It has nothing tuh do with me bein confident or not. Yuh can hardly consider the wager equal.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. So your daughter’s happiness isn’tparable to your farm. What a cold father.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shut the hell up, brat. I know what yer tryin. Yuh think I’m an idiot who’d fall for a kid’s provocation. Get lost. I won’t y little games with me an my daughter’s livelihoods.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha. Well, it was worth a try. If the farm’s a no-go, then… let’s see… how about your house?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Kid, I’m about to throw yuh in the stable and let the horses trample all over yuh.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha! Okay, okay. I get it. I’ll try something more reasonable.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If yuh can’t think of anything, why not just ask me for my daughter.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Would you actually agree to that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It seems it’s time for the stable, boy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Honestly there really isn’t anything much I want. How about if I win you have to promise to get down on your hands and knees and beg your ex-wife to get back together with you if you meet her?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell sort of condition is that? It’s basically the same thing that the bet’s about tuh begin with, isn’t it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Weren’t we just betting about whether it was toote for you to do something that you didn’t specify because you were too old? Who said anything about your ex-wife?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So yuh were tryin to scam me outta my farm and house by yin words games.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha. It’s a shame you didn’t fall for that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No wonder yuh were so confident in winnin.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Naturally. I told you I don’t take bets that I’m not confident in winning.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“This bet’s not gonna happen I guess.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure it can. Let’s just go with those terms. If you ever meet your wife in the future you have to get down on your hands and knees and beg her to get back together with you. I bet she’ll say yes. If she does say yes and agrees to get back together with you, it’s your loss and you have to propose to her on the spot right then and there to get remarried. If she says no, then I’ll break up with Rosa. Sounds fair to you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I guess. But there’s no way she’d say yes if I put on such a pathetic disy getting down on my hands and knees begging her to get back with me. Yuh’re obviously going to lose.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s precisely because you’re doing that that it will prove it wasn’t toote for you. It’ll show you were just too cowardly to chase after her this whole time is all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But nobody may ever win this bet, kid.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“True. If you never meet then the oue of the bet will just be up in the air. But that’s not a big deal, is it? If it ever does happen you can just have your daughter contact Rosa to inform me of the oue.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine. Yuh’re on. I’ll take this idiotic bet of yers. Just don’te cryin to me when yuh have to break up with that pretty girlfriend of yers.”