It was not early when Sean got up, already over eight by the watch. He opened the bedroom door and went out, just seeing Gene return from his dog-walking and bring back the breakfast.

"You didn't sleep well last night?" Sean glanced to the black eyes of Gene when drinking the soybean milk, asking with concern: "Did I disturb you?"

The doctor seemed to be a little tired this day, listlessly lowered his head and scooped the bean curd: "No."

Sean could feel that he was in a bad mood, but he did not know what happened actually as he looked well last night. But he couln't ask deeply. So he could only finish the meal first quietly.

After the breakfast, Gene took Sean to the hospital, driving a quite stable Chevy and turning on the radio. He then said in a gentle voice: "Whose songs you like?

Sean shook his head with a smile: "Whatever."

Gene played a random song. Music streamed out slowly, sounding somewhat solitary.

After taking some medicine from the hospital, Gene sent Sean home. It was time for lunch when arriving at the gate of the community. Sean felt sorry to have bothered Gene so much these days, so he asked after thinking for a while: "Doctor. Ai, I wanna treat you to lunch, ok?"

Gene refused: "Later. you now go home to have a rest."

Sean was never a clingy person, so he grunted assent then. After seeing the Shevy away, he turned to go home.

Gene was quite fidgety as he knew that it was absolutely not a good thing to muffle his feelings like this. He really liked Sean, and he couldn't confirm that whether Sean and his lover really loved each other so much that all the oversight of that man was because of Sean's deliberate concealment.

He pulled the car over to the side of the road and pressed the number quickly with his mobile phone.

"Gene?" A deep male voice.

"Brother, are you busy?" Gene closed his eyes and gently put his fingers on the steering wheel. "Do me a favor, please."

Paul smiled. "How long has it been since you asked me to do you a favor? Talk to me."

"Help me investigate someone."

"Who?"

"William Jiang." Gene knew nothing except his name. He knew that his brother might not be able to find out his information with only his name, feeling that he was such a fool then. But he did not expect that after a few seconds of silence Paul asked: "Which William Jiang?"

"Brother, you know more than one?"

"A boss I've been cooperated with recently, in early thirties, good-looking and shrewd." Paul paused then:" Why you ask about him?"

Gene's brain buzzed for a moment, feeling it must be right then. He said with muddled mind: "It seemed to be his...... His boyfriend came to me for examination."

Paul did not have any idea on the word boyfriend, seeming unperturbed. Then he said derisively after reacting: "There is someone daring to call himself William's boyfriend? He'll die laughing if hearing it. He's intimate with so many people, and they are not even toys for him."

Gene's heart instantly fell apart. He said to himself over and over again, there were so many people sharing the same name, while he knew it was probably the truth subconsciously. His eyes turned wet unconciously and couldn’t say a word.

Paul was very busy, so he said they could talk later and hung up the phone then as Gene didn't answer him after he tried to talk with him two times.

Gene sat dazed and suddenly punched the steering wheel. How could he believe, how dare someone treated the person he cherished most like trash, like some goods in a trade.

The lovebites on his neck, the high-class apartment, the house with only Sean in it, and his entreating that man not to leave even if he had been dizzy out of his illness.

Gene's heart ached as if it was fried in the pot.

He had never thought of leaving even if he was in such bad health, not because of money and power trading, but just because Sean was a stubborn fool. Gene understood.