177: 176 Just then the elevator arrived. When Dane shook his head and got on first, Greyson followed behind him. Even during the short time heading to the first floor, Dane inevitably felt the awkward atmosphere. Since the space was narrow too, he became even more restless, so when the bell sound announcing arrival fortunately rang, he unconsciously let out a sigh of relief. "Well then…" Just as he was about to greet and leave the mansion, he belatedly realized he needed to call a taxi. Just as he let out a sigh, the lined-up luxurious cars came into his view. Seeing them, a forgotten memory came back. Ashley Miller, that stingy bastard, he could at least give me one car. Just as he was grumbling inwardly, Greyson behind him suddenly spoke. "Take any one you like. I was going to give you one anyway." "What? Why?" At the sudden proposal, when Dane turned around in confusion, Greyson answered nonchalantly. "You don't have a car to drive right now." Dane's car, which had been parked at the foot of the mountain, had been neglected for months and was essentially no different from scrap. "Your car seems unusable anyway, so I just left it. Instead, take any of those, I have many." "Ha…" Dane let out another sigh. His words weren't wrong. Since Dane had already boldly told Ashley Miller to provide a car, this situation wasn't bad. No, it was rather close to a windfall, but… "If you don't like the used cars, I'll get a new one for you. Still, it'll take time until a new car comes out, so anything to drive in the meantime…" "No, no. That's not why." Dane, who had hurriedly shaken his head, fell into brief contemplation. Would it be okay to accept what this bastard was giving? Anyway, he was someone who had confessed his genuine feelings several times, and moreover, Dane had coldly rejected him. But to readily accept what he's giving, no matter what, that's a bit… To the contemplating Dane, Greyson opened his mouth. "This is a gift of gratitude from me to you." "What?" When Dane raised his head, Greyson, whose gaze met his, smiled faintly. "You saved my life. So naturally I should show my appreciation." Then he naturally added. "You're my hero." Dane looked at him without saying anything. Belatedly, his earlobes turned red. It was more embarrassing than the words "I love you" that Greyson constantly had on his lips. "No, well. Josh was with me too…" As he trailed off embarrassedly, Greyson suddenly moved. Opening the passenger door of the car they had ridden together the day before, he said. "I'll drive you today. Driving would be difficult with that leg… What car do you like? I'll send it separately, so tell me." It would be Ashley Miller's money anyway, so that bastard could have just bought it for me. He briefly felt resentful toward Ashley, but soon his thoughts changed. It's the same money anyway, so what difference does it make whether it comes from the front pocket or back pocket? Thinking that way, his heart felt lighter. Whatever it was, it was still a car bought with Ashley Miller's money. "Thanks, then give me that one." When Dane pointed specifically at the most expensive car among them, Greyson, who had looked in that direction, readily nodded. "Alright, I'll take you first and bring the car later. Are you going to keep staying at that hotel?" Dane looked at his face without saying anything. What's with this bastard? He kept feeling something strange. From earlier, no, from when they met in front of the hospital, it had been strange all along. Though it was hard to say exactly what, the feeling was… "Dane?" Greyson called his name again. Dane, who had been contemplating with a frowning face until then, raised his head. When their eyes met, Greyson leaned his arm on the car roof, rested his head, and grinned. Is that bastard trying to use a honey trap? Just as he thought that, Greyson opened his mouth in that position. "Actually, there was something that happened while you were unconscious." When Dane became serious, he continued in his characteristic drawling tone. "Nathaniel negotiated compensation with the insurance company you had joined. They agreed to cover the full cost of rebuilding your house and all the monthly rent for a place to stay in the meantime." "What…" At the absurd situation, Dane's eyes went wide. As he stood bewildered, wondering if this was a dream, Greyson continued. "Receive the keys to the townhouse where you'll stay for now directly from the insurance company. It's a quiet neighborhood with good security. There shouldn't be any inconvenience living there." Dane's eyes became indescribably large. What the hell was going on? Not an apartment but a townhouse? There was nothing more dangerous in the world than baseless good fortune. Especially in Dane Striker's life. Then this was… "I didn't do it." Seeing Dane's suspicious look, Greyson raised his head. "Papa told them to take action and Nathaniel just followed Papa's orders. I only mentioned that your house burned down and you'd have nowhere to stay after discharge." But to get this level of compensation from that vicious insurance company, was that even possible? "Without me, the party involved, that's possible?" At Dane's question, Greyson asked back puzzledly. "Why wouldn't it be?" His expression really seemed like he couldn't understand. Only then did Dane remember that nothing was impossible for them. Because they were the Millers. What the hell was the name Miller? Dane realized their tremendous power for the first time. "Please don't sue me." When Dane spoke with obvious wariness, Greyson laughed out loud. His refreshing laughter echoed. Seeing that, Dane felt strange again. What's with this guy? He kept feeling something odd. From earlier, no, from when they met in front of the hospital, it had been strange all along. Though it was hard to pinpoint exactly what, the feeling was… "…You." Dane paused before opening his mouth. "Do you want something from me?" At the quiet voice, Greyson didn't answer for a moment. During the silence that lasted only a few seconds, Dane felt slight tension for the first time. Greyson opened his mouth. His lips moved slowly. And. "Won't you go on a date with me?" At the unexpected words, Dane was bewildered. "…What?" When he reacted a beat late, Greyson smiled and said again. "We had agreed to go on a date before." "Ah…" Only then did Dane understand. The date they had after first sleeping with Greyson. At the end of the date that had been completely ruined, this man had said 'next time.' Was he bringing up that story now? He had completely forgotten since considerable time had passed. Anyway, a promise was a promise, so Dane readily nodded. "Good, where shall we go?" At those words, Greyson answered with a bright smile. "Disneyland." Dane stood there staring at him blankly. "…What?" A beat late, he contorted his face and asked. What did I just hear? The happiest place on Earth. Disneyland. Greyson declared with a bright smile. "I like Disneyland." Dane could only move his mouth without being able to say anything more. * * * Cheers from people could be heard in the distance. Dane felt tired already and moved slowly. It had been only a week since he could walk without crutches. That didn't mean he could walk around quickly like before. It was about the level of strolling around leisurely, but the problem was that this damn theme park was incredibly vast. Just taking the exclusive tram to the entrance had already exhausted him. However, unlike Dane who was soaked in fatigue as if he had been tormented all day surrounded by children under 10, Greyson had been in an excited state since before departure. "Come on, Dane. You wear a headband too!" Greyson, who had somehow bought and put a headband with mascot mouse ears on Dane's head, now put one on his own head. He didn't forget to take out his mobile phone and take pictures. "There, let's ride that first! That one!" Watching him excitedly grab Dane's hand and run, Dane thought. Why couldn't I say "Disneyland is not okay" back then?