Quick Transmigration: Homewrecker System! [BL]

Chapter 649 - 14.45

"Don't you dare to question my motive! Just do what I say!" 

Mystica, who was still disguising herself as Gaia, swallowed her saliva out of nervousness as she realized that Master Reed Ville's word was an absolute command for them, so they couldn't do anything to reject.

She wasn't actually scared or anything on her mission to seduce Superbman or Clarke Gaist. But there was a reluctance in her heart because Clarke Gaist obviously had someone dearest in his heart. Despite his cold exterior, even Mystica could see that his steel heart was locked only for one person.

And that one person was his wife, of course.

Mystica saw it plenty of times, how Mr. Gaist's stern gaze softened whenever he checked the small photo frame at his desk. He often picked it up and wiped the frame and then kissed the picture repeatedly.

Mystica checked it before, and it was Mr. Gaist's wife, Gaius Gaist. 

**

Mystica asked him once, "Sir, are you truly in love with Mr. Gaius Gaist?" 

"Huh? Why do you ask?" Clarke felt a bit strange, but he just answered truthfully, "Of course I love my wife so much. He is the end of the tunnel, the light of my life, haha! Okay, that's a bit cheesy!" Clarke laughed freely. He was always in a good mood whenever he talked about Gaius. 

"What makes you fall in love with your wife, Sir? It seems that you always kissed his photo frame every single morning," Mystica asked more. She was curious because she had never met someone so loyal. For someone like Clarke, who was extremely handsome, rich, and had that deadly mature charm, it wouldn't be hard for him to just glance at a lady and then get a taste or two. 

"Ah, that… hm…." Clarke seemed to think hard. "Good question…"

Clarke tried to find a reason, but the more he tried, the more he got stuck, unable to find the reason why he fell in love with Gaius in the first place.

Maybe Gaius' visual, maybe his amazing cooking skill and his homemaking dedication, or perhaps it was just fate. 

He didn't care much anyway. As long as he could stay with Gaius and the kids, nothing was more important than that. 

"Honestly, I don't really know what makes me fall in love with Gaius. Maybe it's just because we're destined to be together. I'm working hard every day in this office because I want to give him a happy life in the future."

"Though… he seems to be a lot colder nowadays. I guess it's also my fault for being too busy with work that I don't even have time to have dinner with the kids," Clarke sighed. "I hope this big project will be a success, so I can bring the kids to the vacation they truly want uninterrupted. Things have been so rough in my house right now."

Mystica saw how Mr. Clarke Gaist seemed to be burdened whenever he mentioned this rough situation in his house, maybe because he had terrible communication skills. She could see how his action might get misinterpreted many times.

**

'That man is so damn lucky to have Clarke Gaist, though. How enviable…' Mystica thought while staring at Mr. Clarke Gaist, who was still busy with his paperwork in the office. 

But Mystica didn't want to give up so easily. She had grown fond of Clarke Gaist's sternness and cold expression. Unlike Master Reed Ville, who was actually a crazed maniac under his perfect philanthropic playboy guise, Mr. Clarke Gaist seemed to be a lot more stable than his little brother. 

Mystica thought she could have her own shot at Mr. Clarke Gaist. She had been living as a member of The Revenant, an organization full of supervillains, for a long time. She wanted to live comfortably, and she thought a man like Clarke Gaist would be the perfect fit for that.

As long as he would open his heart for another person to enter, then it wouldn't be difficult for her to kick Gaius Gaist away from Clarke. 

Mystica arranged the macarons that she made by herself in the morning. She brought it with a tray and then knocked on Mr. Gaist's office door.

Knock-Knock.

"Come in."

She heard the cue for her to enter, and she pushed the door with her shoulder, carrying the tray towards Mr. Gaist, who was still busy with documents.

"Sir, I have a snack for you."

"A snack?" Clarke frowned. He still hadn't moved his eyes from the documents. "Gaia, you should focus on the job. We have a lot to work with, right?"

"Yes, sir, but I feel like a little snack break wouldn't hurt…."

Clarke sighed and lifted his head. He saw Gaia with a smile that looked exactly like Gaius, bringing that illusion of Gaius cooking for him as usual. 

But when she opened her mouth, that immersion disappeared immediately, "This is the Macarons that I made this morning, Sir. You should try it."

"Huh, you should share it with the staff. They like this kind of snack," Clarke suggested.

"Oh, I already share plenty with them. But I also want to give it to you, Sir," Mystica persisted, and Clarke became hesitant.

He didn't like to eat anything that wasn't cooked by Gaius, to be honest. In fact, his breakfast and lunch these days had been nothing but bleh. 

But he didn't want to burden Gaius to wake up early morning just to prepare a lunch box for him every single day. He should channel that energy to take care of the kids or have time for himself, at least since Clarke couldn't even spare some time for his family. 

But if he refused, that would offend Gaia…

Clarke sighed and ate one macaron from the tray. He munched it and then nodded. 

"So how is it, Sir? Is it good?" Mystica asked, full of hope. Because she had been working hard to make it tasty. She even had the staff outside do a taste test first before facing Mr. Clarke Gaist. 

"Well...."