Clarke landed right in front of his apartment door. He was nervous and knocked on the door slowly, "W—Wife... I’m home...."
After a few knocks, the door was finally opened, and Gaius greeted him with a smile, "Welcome home. Why do you return so early, Husband?"
"O—Oh, that’s because I’m done with my meeting in that charity event. I... I returned early because I want to see you, Wife," Clarke tried to cover up his nervousness by casting his eyes to the floor, so he wouldn’t see his wife’s eyes.
Because he knew he would crumble the moment their eyes met.
Gaius stared at Clarke’s condition right now. He didn’t know if Clarke was simply dumb or what.
But he returned home without his suitcase, and he didn’t even wear his shoes. His suit was messy, and Gaius could smell the strong scene of female perfume around Clarke’s body.
He kept looking up and down until he noticed a hickey on Clarke’s neck. The evidence was just too glaring to ignore. Maybe Clarke came home only to show off that he could cheat on his old male wife easily because he was still a handsome, mature, and stable man.
"Well, then come in. This is your house, after all, not mine," Gaius smiled thin and turned around. He walked inside, and Clarke followed from behind.
Clarke felt something was wrong from Gaius’ word just now, but he couldn’t tell what.
Gaius went to the kitchen and served Clarke a glass of water, "Drink, Husband. You’re sweating a lot. Did you have a rough night?"
Clarke gulped. He accepted the glass of water and nodded. He did have a rough night because he didn’t remember what happened, but at least his wife still hadn’t realized anything, right?
Clarke’s pretense only made Gaius’ wrath boil inside his heart. He wanted Clarke to admit everything first. At least with that, Gaius was still willing to listen to his reasoning.
Maybe it was his fault that his husband was cheating outside in the first place... maybe because he was just an old man now...
But Clarke continued faking it, thinking he could fool Gaius by acting innocent.
[He is truly dumb. How could he not realize that his appearance right now is so wrong?]
[Pupa: Maybe he just got so anxious that he wore his suit messily. So he could meet you again?]
[And that will exempt him from all the sin he committed?]
[Pupa: I never said that. It’s just you with your anger and pettiness that cloud your judgment.]
[... Shut up, Pupa.]
"Husband, why’s your hair so messy?"
"I... I just woke up, Wife...."
"Then why is your body has a scent of female perfume?"
"That... that must be because I met with a lot of people in the charity event...."
"I see. Where is your suitcase, Husband?"
"I lost it... accidentally...."
"Accidentally, huh?" Gaius scoffed mirthlessly. As he expected, Clarke was still an idiot who couldn’t lie. That was actually one of the reasons that Gaius fell in love with him.
Because Clarke was a simple man, despite his identity as Superbman.
He also rarely lied. It was hard for him to make up a lie as well.
But it seemed that he had upgraded himself, from the beloved Clarke that Gaius loved, into Mr. Clarke Gaist, who could cheat, sleep with two women, and still lie in front of Gaius.
"Then..." Gaius smirked as he was ready to strike Clarke with this question, "Explain the hickey on your neck, Husband."
Clarke’s eyes widened. He checked his neck instantly and turned his head to the left, looking at the hanging mirror.
There was an obvious hickey on his neck. He forgot to check it before because he was so panicked by what had just happened.
Clarke felt his body was numb all over. He didn’t expect to get caught so easily.
He turned his head slowly at Gaius, but Gaius just turned around and walked to their bedroom.
"W—Wife, I can explain—"
Gaius returned with his phone and then opened the gallery, "Do you want to explain? Then explain this!"
Gaius showed the first picture of Clarke sleeping with two women in his arms. It was a selfie that looked so intimate and harmonious.
"T—That’s..."
"EXPLAIN THIS, YOU BASTARD!" Clarke yelled out loud. He was frustrated, disappointed, and enraged at the same time. He didn’t know what to do because he seriously thought that Clarke wouldn’t cheat on him.
"I—I don’t know...." Clarke replied nervously. His gaze was unfocused because he was also in shock.
"You don’t know?! Then these will make you remember!" Gaius continued to swipe the screen and showed more pictures that turned raunchier in each swipe.
Clarke was completely destroyed the moment he saw each picture. He literally remembered nothing last night, and now he turned to be sleeping with two women at the same time.
But he was sure that he didn’t touch them. He only had a physical reaction with Gaius. Even his cock was already devoted to Gaius.
How could he sleep with these women?!
"I—I can explain...." Clarke tried to calm Gaius down. "D—Did that woman—Gaia, send these pictures to you?"
"Gaia? So you finally admit that you’ve attended that charity event with your sexy secretary, right?" Gaius chuckled full of irony. "You told me that you’ll be attending alone, so you refused me to come with you."
"You said the trip will be tiring, and the kids will need someone to take care of them."
"Woooww, Mr. Clarke Gaist, you’ve completely fooled me. I actually believed your alibi, so you can FUCK AROUND WITH YOUR SEXY, YOUNG SECRETARY!"
"I DIDN’T DO THAT!" Clarke finally yelled in response. He was also shocked, unable to explain it clearly. But he was sure that he didn’t do it.
He knew that he didn’t do it. He just couldn’t explain why.
"You said you didn’t do it?! Are you fucking kidding me now, Clarke Gaist! Don’t you see yourself and these pictures?! You think I’m just an idiot, an old man who will continue to believe all your crap after this!?"