Chapter 1512: Chapter 1512: Two Fools
The room echoed with the girl’s loud and chaotic exclamations…
Laughter and noise alternated, making it seem like a chaotic situation. After a while, the laughter and noise all changed in tone, becoming soft hums, tender murmurs…
…
After a joyful time, both of them were sweaty, and she curled up in his arm to sleep.
Gavin Graves was actually somewhat of a neat freak, but now holding her, even with the mess around, he felt reassured and his heart was full.
The sticky sweat didn’t feel dirty, rather it had an intimate mingling of scents, like… like shedding decorum and politeness, revealing the most primal reactions of a being.
Falling in love with someone, perhaps, is because we fall in love with ourselves when we’re with them, so real, so natural… therefore we should cherish it more.
If we lose our beloved, we also lose ourselves.
Gavin Graves hugged her tighter and kissed her gently.
She seemed to be in a dream, mumbling dreamily, “Gavin Graves… I like you…”
Gavin thought, she’s called out Nathaniel Summers in her dream before, and now she’s calling my name, so it’s balanced out…
“I like you too.” He softly kissed her forehead, closing his eyes, “I like you very much.”
…
The next day, they slept in until late morning.
Gavin Graves carried Cherry to the bathroom and filled a tub with hot water, coaxing her to take a bath and wash her hair.
Lester Williams brought in a service staff to tidy up the room, and was shocked as soon as he entered.
He couldn’t imagine the distinguished Master Graves would sleep an entire night in such a messy condition…
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was a mess; food and sauces were scattered on the floor, a large grape wine stain spread across the sheets, and a small potato was even found under the pillow…
Lester Williams’s eyelids twitched, but the service staff was much calmer, apparently used to such situations, and started cleaning up efficiently—
They replaced the entire set of bed linens, scrubbed the floors clean, swapped out the carpet for a new one, sorted the scattered clothes into bags to be sent for washing, drying, and additional disinfection and sterilization.
After Cherry finished freshening up, the room was already clean and tidy.
Breakfast was set on the table by the window, outside the window lay the deep blue sea, and inside the window, there was a porcelain white plate, orange-red cherry tomatoes, light yellow fried eggs, and pale pink fresh shrimp… a table full of sumptuous delicacies.
The roses in the vase bloomed enchantingly, their fragrance wafting in the air.
Cherry sighed: “The service is so considerate.”
Gavin Graves asked her: “Which room are you staying in? Should I send someone to bring your clothes over?”
Cherry sat down, just about to eat, and frowned at his words, complaining: “The clothes Mr. Ghost Hayes bought for me are so hard to wear. I don’t want to change them; what I’m wearing now is just fine.”
She was wearing a bathrobe.
Gavin Graves sat across from her, nodding with a smile, “Indeed, hard to wear.”
And very hard to take off.
Those long rows of buttons last night surely made him work hard, but occasionally wearing that style… was pretty interesting.
Cherry saw he was in a good mood and giggled as she squeezed into his arms.
Gavin Graves wrapped an arm around her waist, “Are you causing trouble again? Sit properly.”
“No way, I just want to sit on you.”
She clung to him, refusing to move, holding his neck and nibbling on his ear: “Gavin Graves, I dreamed about you last night.”
Her voice was light and soft, blowing into his ear with a tingly sensation, making his heart skip a beat.
He never used to think a woman’s voice could be this sweet…
He added sugar to the milk, pretending to be indifferent as he asked, “Oh, what did you dream about me?”
“I dreamt that we were sleeping together.” She whispered in his ear, “And you talked in your sleep, saying you like me.”
Gavin Graves: “…”
Silently stirring the milk, he fed her a sip, leaving a ring of white milk around her mouth, adorably silly.
He lowered his head and kissed her, sighing softly: “Silly girl.”
“You’re the silly one.” Cherry pointed at the milk ring around his mouth, laughing uncontrollably, “Milk mustache!”