Chapter 641
Chapter 641:
Gabriela and Stewart disappeared into the elevator moments later.
Stewart had requested a leisurely stroll through the hospital garden, but he complained that even the smallest movements sent sharp pain racing through his injured nerves—he demanded physical support for every step.
Gabriela had no alternative but to locate a wheelchair and guide him outside.
Stewart savored these precious moments, exploiting his injury to its fullest potential, yet Gabriela never displayed the slightest irritation and instead grew more attentive in her care. The dynamic between them resembled that of devoted lovers, where no amount of trouble he created could ever drive her away.
The hospital’s garden offered little visual appeal—a handful of frangipani trees, a modest stretch of grass, and a small pond dominated the space.
The flowers remained tightly closed in their buds, and the oppressive heat had rendered the fish in the pond so sluggish they barely moved through the water. The sun blazed mercilessly overhead.
After some time passed, Stewart grew concerned that Gabriela might suffer from the intense heat and suggested they retreat indoors.
Upon returning to his room, they discovered an unwelcome presence waiting for them.
Wesley had abandoned his hospital attire in favor of a crisp white shirt and dark trousers.
𝖢𝗁𝘪nе𝘀е 𝗇𝗼𝗏e𝗅s 𝘵r𝖺𝗇𝗌𝘭𝗮𝘁𝖾𝗱 o𝘯
He stood outside the room with commanding height and perfect posture, his eyes sweeping toward them with calculated indifference.
Gabriela had been listening to Stewart’s amusing stories, her lips still curved in genuine laughter. Wesley’s sudden appearance sent an inexplicable wave of anxiety through her, and she immediately suppressed her smile.
Stewart felt a flash of irritation but maintained his polished facade. “Mr. Moss, what brings you to my humble quarters? Did you make this journey solely to visit me p>
“Mr. Williams, I learned of your injury and felt compelled to check on your condition,” Wesley replied, though his gaze remained locked on Gabriela while his brow creased with unmistakable tension.
Stewart projected theatrical surprise. “Ah, merely a superficial wound. I never anticipated it would capture your valuable attention p>
He extended a mockingly gracious invitation for Wesley to enter the room.
Once Stewart had settled back into his bed, he made his request. “Gabriela, my throat feels parched. I would appreciate some water p>
Gabriela collected the cup and stepped out to fulfill his wish, her movements fluid and practiced—clearly a task she had performed countless times before.
Wesley’s expression plunged into something far darker, his lips compressing into a severe line.
Stewart observed this reaction with satisfaction.
He shifted his bandaged arm with deliberate care and spoke with manufactured vulnerability. “Ever since that terrifying day when I protected Gabriela, this arm has become completely useless. She has remained constantly by my side, handling every detail of my care personally—she refuses to trust even the professional caregivers with my well-being p>
Wesley’s face became a mask of pure darkness.