ushernet Chapter 186 What's really going on here? Part1
Chapter 186 What's really going on here? Part1
I didn't explain to Betty as my eyes scanned the crowd relentlessly.
Every half minute, I glanced at my watch, feeling oddly calmer as the appointed time drew nearer.
What was meant to happen would happen.
I lost count of how many times I checked my watch until the time we agreed upon finally arrived.
Yet, as I surveyed the crowd, there was no sign of Luna and Michael.
It struck me as odd.
Luna was never one to be late.
Why wasn't she here?
Perhaps it was just my mechanical watch being slow.
I reassured myself and decided to wait a bit longer, but even after five more minutes, they still hadn't appeared.
"Check the time, will you?" I finally asked Betty, my patience wearing thin.
Betty pulled out her phone.
She always used her phone for the time, which was synced to the network and more accurate, while my watch was more of a status symbol than anything practical.
"Oh... it's 9:05..." Betty glanced at her phone and then told me.
The time matched my watch exactly.
I knew it couldn't be wrong; I had just synchronized it this morning because I valued this meeting so much.
Time passed, another five minutes, and still no sign of Luna and Michael.
I couldn't sit still any longer and pulled out my phone to dial Luna's number...
Just as I was about to make the call, a person in a Mickey Mouse costume approached Betty and me.
This was one of the many character mascots in the amusement park, usually there for photos with guests or handing out gifts and flyers.
A mascot approached us, and we didn't think much of it, assuming it was just another flyer distribution.
But when Mickey Mouse stopped in front of us, he held out a box with a ring in it.
"Sorry, we're not buying gifts..." I said distractedly, still intent on calling Luna.
The mascots usually handed out children's toys.
Since when did they target couples with rings?
Was life really that tough?
"Wouldn't you like to give this beautiful lady a ring?" the mascot spoke up, his voice amplified by a microphone on his belt as he opened the ring box.
There he was, smiling confidently at me, his gaze steady and unflinching.
At that moment, I couldn't think straight.
Was this still the Michael I knew?
The one whose mind was twisted with malice?
As I stood there dazed, Michael placed the ring in my hand and subtly nodded towards Betty.
I held the ring, unsure of what to do next.
"This ring was personally picked out by Michael for you guys.
I paid for it, but Michael insisted on giving me an IOU," Luna's voice suddenly filled the air, her presence now in front of me, her expression complex.
"Just put the ring on," Luna urged again.
Her words helped me grasp the significance of this gesture.
Perhaps this was Michael's way of seeking forgiveness.
Only by accepting this ring could we show our willingness to move past his mistakes.
My mind was a whirlwind, but I proceeded to slip the rings onto both Betty's and my fingers.
After the rings were on, I looked up to see Michael's beaming smile, his eyes glistening with tears, perhaps moved by the moment.
Betty, too, was overwhelmed.
She had tried to hold back her emotions upon seeing Michael, but her tears flowed uncontrollably.
We spent the next few hours wandering around the amusement park.
Michael had shed his mascot costume, and we indulged in various rides with childlike enthusiasm.
It's hard to blame Michael for being playful; the rides here were meant for adults too.
However, I wasn't really in the mood for fun, and neither was Betty.
Perhaps she was afraid I might overthink things; she clung to my hand tightly, unwilling to let go no matter where we went.
She remained silent, occasionally glancing at Michael, who was enjoying the rides.
"What's really going on here?" I finally asked Luna when Michael was out of earshot.
"Let's talk over there..." Luna suggested, nodding towards Betty.
"Wait here for me," I told Betty, trying to move away, but she gripped my hand, reluctant to let go.
After reassuring her, she finally released her hold, and I walked over to sit with Luna on a nearby bench.
Betty stood at a distance, visibly nervous, her eyes darting between us but avoiding looking directly at Michael.