Chapter 393
Chapter 393:
While the Howard family was eager to broadcast their marriage alliance with the Moss family, Wesley remained stone-faced.
His expression had settled back into its usual mask of calm, and when Roger reminded him to nurture his relationship with Rebecca, Wesley agreed with mechanical compliance.
“I understand you’re frustrated with me right now, but you’ll grasp my reasoning eventually,” Roger said with practiced sincerity. “Shared meals and outings — that’s how genuine bonds take root p>
Wesley’s response came flat and final. “If that’s everything, I’m leaving p>
He walked out without another word.
Back in his apartment, Wesley retrieved his phone and checked the screen, but the message he’d sent earlier remained unanswered.
𝘛𝗵е 𝖻𝘦ѕ𝘁 𝘳e𝘢𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗴 𝘦x𝗽𝘦𝗋ieո𝖼𝖾 𝘰𝘯
He placed the device on the table, his face betraying nothing.
Meanwhile, Gabriela had finally coaxed Truett into peaceful sleep.
She sat beside the slumbering baby, anxiety gnawing at her chest as she contemplated tomorrow’s meeting. Would Wesley find it in himself to forgive her deception?
Truett’s lips curved into a sleepy smile, tiny dimples appearing like perfect indentations.
Even in dreams, joy painted his features — what a blissful little angel.
Gabriela found herself smiling in response, tension melting from her shoulders as she traced her finger along Truett’s soft cheek. “You’re absolutely precious, sweetheart. I know your father will adore you too p>
After a scalding shower, she picked up her phone to find Wesley had sent a message.
“Liar p>
The single word hit her like a physical blow.
Had Wesley discovered the truth about the child?
Panic fluttered in her chest, and she nearly typed a response demanding an explanation.
Instead, she forced herself to wait, deciding their face-to-face meeting would serve as the moment for complete honesty.
If he still wanted her in his life, she would weather any storm beside him.
If he rejected her…
Gabriela’s eyes drifted to the sleeping infant in his crib.
She would raise Truett alone and pour herself into her career.
With this resolution settled in her mind, sleep claimed her.
The following afternoon arrived heavy with nervous energy as Gabriela typed her message: “Mr. Moss, would you be available to meet at Golden Honey Café at 6:30 tonight p>
Hours crawled by without response.
Finally, she surrendered and dialed his number. Two rings later, Wesley’s voice cut through the line. “What do you need p>
His arctic tone made her stomach drop. “Mr. Moss, did you receive my message p>
“I saw it.” Wesley’s words carried the weight of indifference. “I’m unavailable tonight p>
“That’s perfectly fine,” Gabriela rushed to reply. “Perhaps tomorrow p>
“Tomorrow won’t work either,” Wesley cut her off with surgical precision. “Is what you want to say important? If not, tell me over the phone p>
“Mr. Moss, what I wanted to discuss p>
Her words faltered as a woman’s voice drifted through the connection. “Wesley, why are you still talking? I’m absolutely famished p>
“On my way,” Wesley responded to the unseen woman.
Something cold settled in Gabriela’s chest.
That voice carried dangerous familiarity — she’d heard it before.
The woman sounded so intimate with Wesley…
When Wesley returned his attention to the call, his tone had grown even more distant. “If there’s nothing pressing, I’m ending this conversation p>
“Nothing urgent,” Gabriela heard herself say.
The line went dead immediately.
Gabriela stared at the silent phone, her mind spinning in empty circles.
She forced rational thoughts to surface — Wesley possessed exceptional qualities; naturally, attractive women would orbit around him.
This was normal. She could accept this reality.
Despite everything, Gabriela made her way to Golden Honey Café.
Wesley deserved to know about his child.
She crafted another message: “Mr. Moss, I’m waiting at the café. Please stop by when your schedule allows — I have something important to share. It requires only ten minutes of your time p>
Such monumental news demanded a proper conversation, not the cold efficiency of a phone call.
At The Gilded Fork, Wesley glanced at the two fresh messages, lost in thought.
Rebecca observed him from across the table. “Wesley, what has captured your attention p>
“Nothing worth mentioning,” Wesley replied, shutting off the screen with deliberate casualness.
“Wesley, Roger mentioned your heart condition troubles you. Try this — it is deep-sea fish, excellent for cardiovascular health,” she said, transferring the dish to Wesley’s plate.