Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.

Chapter 124: I agree to be yours big daddy.

His tone turned icy, sharp enough to slice through the roaring crowd.

"I don’t know who the real owner is," he said coldly, each word deliberate, "but I know people in positions of power here. Contact them. Immediately."

"Right away, boss," Lucas replied at once, bowing deeply before hurrying out. His polished shoes nearly slipped against the marble floor as he rushed off, already dialing his phone with trembling fingers. Sweat gathered at his temple despite the air-conditioning.

Meanwhile, at the center of it all, Alex stood unmoving.

His entire world had narrowed down to one person.

Gabe.

The noise, the lights, the murmurs....none of it mattered. His eyes remained fixed solely on the man in the wheelchair before him.

"Please say yes, Gabe," Alex repeated, his voice softer now, stripped of authority and layered instead with something raw. Vulnerable. "I promise you... you won’t regret it."

Just who exactly are you, Alex? Gabe wondered inwardly, exhaling slowly through his nose.

There are so many secrets surrounding you. Layers upon layers. The more I look, the less I understand.

If I don’t say yes... I feel like I’ll never uncover them.

His heart pounded louder than the chanting crowd.

Are you some big shot I don’t know about? Have I completely misjudged you this whole time?

A determined light flickered in Gabe’s eyes, replacing his earlier hesitation.

I need to find out.

The chanting grew louder, echoing off the high ceilings and vibrating through the floor.

"Say yes!"

"Say yes!"

"Say yes!"

For a brief second, the world seemed to narrow....just him and Alex, standing at the center of something that felt dangerously close to fate.

Gabe straightened his back in his wheelchair, easing the tension from his shoulders. A slow smile spread across his face....confident, playful, yet edged with calculation.

"Well," he began, deliberately letting the silence stretch. He watched as Alex’s breath hitched, anticipation tightening his jaw.

"You’ve already gone this far," Gabe continued lightly, glancing around at the massive crowd. "It would be cruel of me to leave you hanging in front of this many people, wouldn’t it?"

A faint murmur rippled through the audience. Some laughed nervously. Others held their breath.

Gabe wheeled himself closer until they were only inches apart....close enough to see the faint tremor in Alex’s lashes, close enough that only Alex could hear what came next.

Leaning forward slightly, Gabe lowered his voice to a teasing whisper.

"I agree to be yours, big daddy."

Alex’s pupils visibly dilated.

Then Gabe leaned back, lifted his chin, and declared clearly...

"Yes."

The room exploded.

Cheers thundered. Applause crashed like waves. Some people even shrieked in excitement.

"I agree to be your boyfriend," Gabe added, his smile widening, eyes glinting with both mischief and unspoken curiosity.

And just like that, balloons cascaded down from the ceiling in a shower of color. Golden confetti and shimmering streamers rained over everyone’s heads, catching the light and turning the entire hall into something straight out of a dream.

"Thank you so much, Gabe," Alex said, his voice trembling despite his attempt to remain composed. He stepped forward and pulled Gabe into a tight embrace.

His heart was racing....wild, uncontrollable.

For a brief second, he buried his face against Gabe’s shoulder as if anchoring himself to reality.

This is real.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from the hug. His movements were careful now, reverent. Without wasting another second, he slid the diamond ring onto Gabe’s finger.

The stone caught the light immediately, refracting brilliance in every direction.

Just how much does this cost? Gabe wondered inwardly, swallowing hard as he lifted his hand slightly. The crowd gasped again at the sight of the sparkling diamond.

Before he could dwell further on the thought, Alex suddenly rose to his feet in one smooth motion. Without hesitation, he bent down and lifted Gabe into his arms in a bridal carry.

Gasps erupted once more.

"W–Wait...!" Gabe began instinctively, grabbing onto Alex’s shoulder for balance.

But Alex only tightened his hold slightly, his expression firm yet possessive.

"I’m not letting you roll away from me now," he murmured quietly.

With steady strides, he carried Gabe out of the building, ignoring the gazes that followed them.

Outside, a sleek black car was already waiting.

Alex gently lowered Gabe into the passenger seat and closed the door carefully before walking around to the driver’s side.

Moments later, the engine roared to life as the car pulled away from the building,

*****

Meanwhile, the atmosphere inside had remained electric for hours, but eventually the excitement thinned out as night came replaced by lingering gossip and speculation.

Fred and Damien had both stayed until nighttime, partly out of curiosity and partly because neither of them wanted to leave too soon. In the end, they wandered around the shopping complex, buying random things they didn’t even need....clothes, snacks, small accessories....anything to pass the time while they assumed Gabe and Alex would return.

But they didn’t.

When it became clear that the two had no intention of coming back, Fred and Damien finally decided to head home.

They got into Damien’s car, which was parked outside under the dim glow of the streetlights, and drove off into the quiet night. The city lights blurred past the windows, neither of them speaking much during the ride. What should have felt like a short drive somehow stretched endlessly, weighed down by unspoken thoughts.

After what felt like forever, the car slowed and eventually stopped in front of Fred’s house.

The engine went silent.

Both men stepped out, closing the doors softly. Their shopping bags remained in the backseat...forgotten for now—as they made their way inside the house.

The moment Fred stepped through the door, he let out a long, heavy sigh.

"Thank you," Fred said quietly, dropping his keys onto the small table by the entrance. He walked toward the couch and sank into it, exhaustion evident in the way his shoulders slumped. "It’s so good to be back home."

Damien watched him carefully before settling into the armchair opposite him.

"How are you feeling now, though?" Damien asked, raising a concerned eyebrow. His tone was calm but probing. "We should still head to the hospital soon, once you’re done resting. You stopped us from branching into one on our way here because you said you needed rest first."

Fred scoffed inwardly.

Why should you go to the hospital with me like some partner? he thought bitterly. I know the way to the hospital. I can go alone when it’s time.

Outwardly, however, his expression remained composed.

"Don’t worry about me," Fred replied, his tone firm, almost dismissive. "You should go home too. You need to rest as well. I can manage myself."

"Oh no," Damien responded immediately, leaning back slightly but keeping his gaze steady. "I plan on staying here with you."

Fred’s eyes narrowed faintly.

"It’s not like Alex is around," Damien continued. "If I go back now, I’ll just be alone at home. Since those two are probably out there enjoying their best lives, we should also stay here and enjoy ours. We’re friends, after all. We could gist, talk nonsense, laugh... what do you think?"

Fuck. I knew it was a bad idea telling you to drive me home.

Fred cursed inwardly, biting down on his lower lip so hard he could almost taste blood. He quickly masked the reaction before Damien could notice.

"Besides," Damien added with a softer sigh, "you’re sick. You need someone to look over you at least until Gabe gets back to take care of you properly."

"You’re sick too, though," Fred shot back, swallowing hard. "None of us is in a position to look after the other right now."

Damien smiled faintly, though there was stubbornness behind it.

"And none of us is in a position to stay at home alone either."

Before Fred could respond, Damien rose to his feet and headed toward the kitchen.

Fred frowned.

Now what the hell is he up to?

He leaned back against the couch, rubbing his temples.

It’s so hard convincing him to change his mind. Maybe... maybe it’s not such a bad idea to let him stay. Better than being alone and overthinking everything.

"I’m back," Damien’s voice echoed from the kitchen.

Fred turned his head toward the sound and blinked.

Damien was walking back carefully, carrying a tray. On it sat a bottle of red wine, a tub of yogurt, and two glasses.

Fred stared.

"What are you doing with those?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

"We should drink, of course," Damien replied casually as he set the tray down on the center table. "I purposely bought yogurt so we can dilute the wine. We can talk while having some."

"We’re both sick, remember?" Fred said dryly, scoffing.

"That hasn’t been confirmed by any doctor yet," Damien countered, waving a hand dismissively. "And besides, it’s probably just food poisoning. Nothing serious. The nausea only started yesterday evening and this morning and it was mostly at the sight of food. So I bought drinks instead. If we can’t eat anything right now, we can at least drink something to calm ourselves."