Chapter 679: The Missing Piece Of A Puzzle
Vincent had met many girls in his lifetime.
Even those who didn't like him at the start would become his close friends.
He had a way of worming his way into a girl's heart, and the process just felt very natural to him. Because of this, he didn't really mind if the girl was young, old, single, or married.
For him, being affectionate to the fairer sex was as normal as breathing.
But for some reason, he was finding it hard to read the two ladies, who were now seated beside Zion and eating the grilled fish that had just been cooked.
However, before they ate the fish, they asked a pretty unusual question.
"Who cooked this?"
Vincent answered that he was the one who cooked it, which made the two girls breathe a sigh of relief.
Their reaction was something that he didn't expect, which made him wonder if there would've been a problem if the one who cooked it was Zion.
'Is he a bad cook or something along those lines?' Vincent thought as he looked at the teenage boy, who was also eating the fish that he finished grilling. 'I'll ask the girls later.'
As the young man ate, he made sure to observe Erica and Sherry, who had decided to also camp alongside them.
However, when he volunteered to help them build their tents, the two girls only said that there was no need for such a thing because they would be sleeping with Zion.
Vincent, who was no longer ignorant of such things, suddenly had a thought.
'Are they perhaps his girlfriends?' Vincent mused. 'But Zion's reaction makes me think that they're not.'
The young man had already developed something similar to a sixth sense when it came to people who have a significant other.
Even someone who didn't have Vincent's expertise would notice the subtle signs of affection every time these people talked, touched, or even looked into each other's eyes.
When Thirteen talked to these two girls, he could tell that they were very close to each other. But there were no signs of him showing them the kind of affection meant for lovers.
The two girls, on the other hand, were showing the teenage boy some affection. However, this affection wasn't that of a lover.
"Oh, they're not dead," Vincent replied after seeing the apologetic look on the young lady's face. "It's just that... we drifted apart after their sisters and mothers fell in love with me."
Vincent sighed, wearing a wistful "it's not my fault that I am drop-dead handsome, you know?" expression on his face.
Erica looked at Vincent weirdly before lightly patting Thirteen's shoulder.
"Don't grow up to become a scum like him, okay?" Erica said. "If you do, I'll roast you into an open fire."
"Sister Erica is right," Sherry said as she held Thirteen's hand. "Don't be like him when you grow up."
Thirteen nodded. "Understood."
Vincent suddenly felt as if he was being cast aside as some weirdo in the group. However, due to his positive approach to life, he just laughed it off.
This wasn't the first time that the ladies had treated him like scum. But what happened in the
end?
All of them still became friends with him, and the majority of them became his friends with benefits!
"Let's head back before it gets too dark to see the way," Thirteen said before holding Erica's and Sherry's hands.
The three then walked hand in hand down the hill, making Vincent look at them with a smile.
'Must be nice to have unconditional love and trust,' Vincent thought before following the trio down the hill.
Although he loved many ladies and was loved by them in return, for some reason, he felt
empty.
It was as if he was missing something or someone very important to him. However, whenever he looked at Thirteen's face, he felt as if that someone was the teenage
boy in front of him.
He was like the missing piece of the puzzle inside Vincent's heart, and he hoped that one day, that puzzle would finally fall in place, making him complete.
(E/N: The author has the most perfect excuse to create an all-gender, all-creature,
indiscriminate harem for Thirteen but he just won't.)