Chapter 75 - Misunderstanding

In the living room, Gabriel sat upright on the sofa, maintaining a soldier-like posture. Despite the gentle smile on his lips, there was a solemn air surrounding him, giving off the strange feeling that he was about to face a terrible ordeal, the kind that usually left people half-dead or wishing for death.

Before him stood Misha, whose arms were crossed in front of his c.h.e.s.t. Since Gabriel had come out of the bathroom several minutes ago, the little boy had been staring at him with squinted eyes and furrowed brow, his lips tightly pursed into a thin line. No matter the angle at which one looked at his face, it exuded a feeling of deep anger and hostility.

"So? What the hell did you do to my sister?"

"… Nothing?"

"Liar!" snorted the boy before stomping on Gabriel's right foot as punishment for lying, making the young man let out a small groan of pain. "What do you take me for? An idiot?! Anyone who's not blind can tell she cried! A lot! Look! Her eyes are puffy, swollen, and red! Don't tell me nothing happened, I won't believe you!"

Misha paused to catch his breath, letting his words sink in. Then, he spat out, "And you two stayed in the bathroom for almost two hours! That's too suspicious!"

"…"

"What? You've got nothing to say in your defense?"

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Gabriel earnestly said this, appearing remorseful from the bottom of his heart. Misha, who hadn't expected such an answer, was left speechless, whereas Masha had to pinch her lips to keep herself from bursting out laughing.

"… Trash is more useful than you," sneered Misha before turning on his heel and disappearing into the kitchen.

"…"

After the child fleed, the living room soon fell into a profound silence.

The two who were left behind had very different expressions plastered on their faces. On the one hand, Gabriel seemed to be constipated, while on the other hand, Masha appeared to be on the verge of exploding. Well, her bladder honestly was about to explode; she had been restraining her laughter for a long time already, and now, she couldn't hang on anymore.

"Help me go to the toilet, please?" eventually asked the teenage girl in a gentle voice, innocently blinking her long eyelashes at the young man.

In a well-practiced manner, Masha acted as though she hadn't been the one who was having fun at his expense just now.

"… Sure."

Sighing, Gabriel stood up and pushed Masha's wheelchair to the bathroom, telling himself that the next time his friend asked him to help her bath, he would say no. Not only did he had to suffer from Misha's unreasonable suspicion, but Masha also didn't help out, taking great p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e in his misery.

That pair of siblings sure knew how to make a fool out of him.

***

Inside the kitchen, the little boy busied himself, preparing tonight's dinner.

Time ticked by, but his small face was still shrouded in disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, his lips stretched into a pout. Again, the sharp knife landed on the cut board with too much strength, and chunks of vegetables flew everywhere in the room. Yet, the boy didn't seem to realize it, his mind lost elsewhere.

Of course, Misha didn't believe Gabriel one bit.

That earnest face of his had irked him to death, making him want to slap the young man on both cheeks. Just remembering it was enough to make him fly into a rage. He knew perfectly well that whenever Gabriel appeared overly honest, it meant that he was lying through his teeth nine times out of ten.

Besides, how the hell could Gabriel scrub his sister's back until she bawled her eyes out?! That guy wasn't blind, nor was he deaf! After a few seconds, he should have realized that he was using too much strength and accordingly reduce it. Accidentally putting shampoo in Masha's eyes was a lot more probable. However, it wouldn't have made her eyes as swollen and red.

Misha was not the brightest, but his IQ was not in the negative yet!

Well, maybe those lies would have worked out if he was indeed a little kid. But unknown to Gabriel, inside that childish body of his resided the soul of a twenty-five-year-old man. He wasn't an innocent boy, and he certainly wouldn't be fooled by such nonsense!

Still, Misha also knew that those lies might have a reason to be, which was why he had decided to quietly leave the living room instead of scolding Gabriel until he turned deaf.

After all, there were things teenagers and a.d.u.l.ts wouldn't want to say to a child.

Sometimes, young people like Gabriel and Masha didn't know how to suppress their hormones, going into ruts whenever and wherever. In all probability, Gabriel also couldn't control his lower half after seeing his girlfriend's n.a.k.e.d body, and Misha knew his sister wasn't the shy kind. Although her legs weren't in their best shape, there were still a few positions possible if she and Gabriel wanted to enjoy themselves. And once they were started, they surely wouldn't want to stop even if Masha's legs began to hurt.

That was normal. They were a young couple at the peak of their love and s.e.x.u.a.l d.e.s.i.r.e. To make matters worse, they didn't have the chance to see each other often after Gabriel's stepmother locked him up inside her villa. The number of times they meet between August and Christmas could be counted on one hand. Following this, Masha was hit by a car and hospitalized for over a month.

In theory, his sister should have stayed a little longer at the hospital, but they had renovated the house and hired a nurse, and seeing this, the doctors reluctantly allowed her to rest at home. She had just lost her mother, and her legs were no longer functional, so it would be best for her mental health to be close to her loved ones, Gabriel included.

Now that the couple finally had the chance to be lovey-dovey and touchy-feely, there was no way in hell they would stay still. In this house, it was hard enough for them to get the opportunity to be alone, so of course, they wouldn't waste it!

With a strong movement of his wrist, Misha hit the cut board with his knife once again, chopping a carrot in half. He took a deep breath, telling himself to calm down. A young couple having s.e.x was nothing to be angry at, yet Misha couldn't help but feel furious deep down. He didn't know why he felt that way. In any case, he just didn't like the idea of Gabriel and Masha being intimate.

'Forget it,' grunted the child to himself, carelessly throwing the sliced carrots in the casserole dish, which already had a few pieces of beef, other vegetables, and broth in it. 'It got nothing to do with you, so just stop thinking about it.'

But the more someone didn't want to think about something, the more they thought about it, creating a vicious circle.

In short, Misha's lousy mood wouldn't get better anytime soon. And so, when he called Gabriel over to put the heavy casserole dish in the oven, he screamed his name with a bit of resentment and anger in his voice. It was as if he was calling a prisoner on death row to the guillotine.

Nevertheless, the young man appeared in a matter of seconds and obediently put the casserole dish in the oven, afraid that if he delayed any longer, Misha would lose patience and do it himself, which would surely result in him breaking his back. The casserole dish was almost half the child's weight, and with his non-existent muscles, he couldn't lift it without hurting himself in the process.

Although Mahsa and Alexey had reluctantly agreed to let Misha use the kitchen knives, mostly because they realized that his knife skills were far better than theirs and their stomach couldn't stay empty forever, they would never allow him to lift such a heavy thing by himself. And so, Misha had to call over Gabriel or Alexey whenever he wanted to put something in the oven.

Misha was proud and stubborn, but not brainless. Even if it was frustrating, he could only rely on them for this kind of thing. Because in the end, that younger body of his was indeed as weak as a chicken. Truthfully, he himself thought that his arms would snap if he were to lift those kinds of heavy casserole dishes.

Once Gabriel was done with his job and set the timer, Misha mercilessly kicked him out of the kitchen before following him into the living room. Without a glance at the young man, the boy trotted to the landline phone and called Dereck. He needed someone to complain to, and his best friend was the best candidate. They couldn't see each other because of the snowstorm, but it didn't mean they couldn't talk to each other.

The moment Dereck answered the phone, Misha didn't even say 'hi.' Instead, he immediately started to grumble about Gabriel, completely disregarding the fact that he sat on the sofa, not even a meter away. So what if Gaby heard him bitch about him? At least, he wasn't talking behind his back!

Thus, the boy went on and on and on, always finding something new to criticize. His bitching skills were quite impressive, full of creativity, and as Gabriel listened to it in silence, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Dereck shared more or less the same feeling.

Did his friend really have to phone him just so he could complain about his sister's boyfriend? And did he realize that all he talked about lately was Gabriel? Even Masha didn't come up as often in their conversation anymore! What happened to his sis-con tendencies?!

"Hey! Are you listening to me?" pouted the child after a short silence.

"Yes, yes, I'm. It's just that Lady wants to play, so I'm petting her too."

"… Is your dog more important than your friend?" grimaced Misha, who couldn't help but wonder why the hell his friend's parents still bought a pug in this timeline.

Didn't they know that buying and gifting a pet on Christmas was the worse idea ever? Even more so when the 'gift' was for their children, who had no sense of responsibility?!

…Right, he forgot. Dereck wasn't like most boys of his age, and he was m.a.t.u.r.e enough to take care of a dog. He could even take care of little Misha in their past life, so what was a dog?

"Of course not! I really am listening to you."

Misha snorted and said a few more things before hanging up. Then, he stared at the phone for a moment, telling himself that he wasn't feeling jealous of a dog. No, nope, definitely not!

"…"

Well, if he indeed was, it wasn't as worse as when he was a child, at the very least. If Misha remembered correctly, didn't he sulk for weeks because Dereck was all over his dog at the time? He felt as though his best friend was stolen by it, and as a result, Misha threw tantrums over tantrums. Later, he even vented his frustration on the innocent dog, bothering it every time he went to his friend's house.

Now that he thought about it, Dereck was probably trying to cheer him up by showing off the puppy, which had become his new treasure. Back then, Misha had lost his mother and had difficulties accepting it. Even if Dereck was more m.a.t.u.r.e than his peers, he was still just a kid and didn't know how to comfort him. He did his best, but in the end, it only backfired.

Misha shook his head, chasing away the shameful memories. This time around, he decided to be a bit more kind to Lady. After all, it did grow on him in their past life. It was just somewhat weird to see that old thing being a cute, little puppy again.

Sighing, Misha turned around to go back to the kitchen, but the moment he did so, the phone rang, startling him. He instinctively stretched a hand to answer the phone, saying, "Hello?"

Not long after, the expression on his face changed, and the distorted grimace he made gave off the feeling that he had just swallowed a fly. He glanced at Gabriel, and after a short second, he grunted, "It's Tristan. He wants to talk to you."

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ML: … Why do I feel like what's you were chopping weren't carrots in your mind but something else?

MC: It's your imagination ~

ML:…