IMDD CHAPTER 292

Gage had just successfully managed to tuck Gigi into bed without waking her up when his phone vibrated.

He hastily pressed the power button to silence the vibration and sighed in relief when Gaia didn’t stir. Glancing at the screen, he saw Hunter's name flashing.

With utmost care, Gage stood, pressing a gentle kiss onto Gaia's forehead, and meticulously adjusted the stuffed toys around her, ensuring her comfort.

"Sleep well, princess," he murmured before he stealthily made his way out of the room.

Once outside, Gage accepted the call. "Bro! I think you need to get here right away!" Hunter's voice was low but tinged with unmistakable panic.

"What's going on?" Gage inquired, his voice the embodiment of calm amidst the storm of Hunter's distress.

"I think... I think gramps might be... he's suddenly so vibrant and much better since the moment he woke up. I'm worried this could be... terminal lucidity," Hunter rushed to explain, his words heavy with concern and fear.

Leaning against the corridor wall, Gage slipped a hand into his pocket. "Don't worry, it's not terminal lucidity," he assured, his voice steady and reassuring.

A prolonged silence followed as Hunter processed Gage's words. "You... did you do something?" he finally asked, a mix of incredulity and hope coloring his tone.

Gage took a few moments before responding calmly. "If gramps is lively, that means he still has a long way to go. It's not time for him yet."

There was another long pause before Hunter released a long sigh of relief that seemed to lift a burden from his shoulders. "You're right... yeah, gramps still has definitely a long way to go," he admitted, his voice echoing the relief of having a heavy weight lifted from his heart. “Now that you’re back, he’s gonna be fine.”

"Yes, and don’t forget he's still waiting for your child, Hunter, so go find a girl and get married already. Human life is short." His words, half-teasing, half-serious, sparked a forced laughter from Hunter.

"Fine. I'll do that. Guess I should just release an announcement on my social media to look for a wife."

"That's a great strategy, I must say. I will look forward to your social media announcement."

"Great your ass. Okay, I'll go check on gramps!" Hunter retorted, ready to shift his focus back to the matter at hand.

"You should bring him on a vacation. We'll join as well in a few days," Gage suggested.

"Hm… a vacation on a remote island with just us should be really great! Alright, I'll check on gramps and hear what he says," Hunter agreed, the idea appealing to him.

After ending the call, Gage allowed himself a small, contented smile before he tucked his phone back into his pocket.

When he looked at his wrist watch, Gage’s eyes slightly stretched before making his way downstairs in haste.

Approaching the door, Gage reached out and swung the door open.

Calix stood on the threshold. Though his face was stoic, his commanding presence seemed subtly irked. He was dressed in an impeccably tailored tuxedo, but in his hands were oversized plastic bags. He looked like some striking royal prince who just came from a frenzied shopping expedition or… something. Well, he still looked expensive as hell despite those oversized plastic bags.

"Don't give me that look as if I've tasked you with something utterly shameful. I simply asked you to purchase some candles, because you’re the only one I know who could accomplish the errand in the blink of an eye," Gage said.

"Some…" Calix repeated as he nudged the bags in Gage's direction. “I already know what you’re up to but I can’t comprehend why you needed two hundred twenty two.”

Gage’s smirk deepened as he accepted the load. "Aren't you aware? The number 222 means that one's love life is aligning perfectly with the universe's grand design."

"So, a devil like yourself has turned to putting faith in angel numbers, huh…"

"And what’s the harm in that?" Gage retorted, his smirk unwavering.

Shaking his head in mild disbelief, Calix sauntered in, claiming a spot within the living room.

Meanwhile, Gage didn’t waste a moment and began the meticulous task of distributing the candles, starting from the doorway, each candle placed with intention.

"Hey, don’t just sit there. Help me out here. I might not be able to finish in time," Gage said when he glanced at his wrist watch and saw that he was running out of time.

Calix offered him a sidelong glance. "Why don't you just use your—"

"Effort, Cal," Gage interjected firmly. "This needs to be done with as much personal effort as possible; it's very special to me."

"Then why ask for help? Shouldn't you be putting in all the effort yourself if it's that special?" Calix countered.

Though Gage immediately realized that the man just didn’t want to help him, he thought that this should really be done by himself alone! "You're right, I should do this myself."

But when he glanced at his wristwatch once more, a flicker of worry crossed his face. "Oh damn, where's Eva right now?"

Calix stretched, a casual crack of his neck breaking the silence. "She'll be here in seven minutes," he estimated.

"What?! Do something, please. I need maybe an hour to set all these up. Now, Cal. Quick."

Calix closed his eyes momentarily, a sigh escaping him as he stood. "Be thankful I owe you something huge… Gage Acheron," he muttered under his breath before making his way out, leaving Gage with a small smirk playing on his lips as he resumed his meticulous arrangement of the candlelit path.

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