Chapter 653
Chapter 653:
As he crossed a bridge, he spotted a disheveled woman, about fifty, sifting through garbage bins with a tattered sack. Hesitantly, she pointed to an empty bottle near his feet and asked, “May I take this p>
Glancing down, Stewart stepped aside, clearing her path.
She thanked him profusely, stooping to retrieve it.
Abruptly, he offered her the bouquet he held, murmuring, “These are for you p>
Stunned by the fragrant roses, the grimy scavenger wiped her hands on her worn clothes before accepting them, her eyes gleaming with gratitude. “Thank you! You’re so kind! I’ve never had such lovely flowers p>
Stewart forced a smile at her joy, then turned away.
A soft chuckle escaped him, growing louder, laced with a bittersweet ache.
Others cherished his gestures, but Gabriela recoiled from him.
Was he truly so unworthy?
He refused to believe it.
Clenching his fists, he resolved that Wesley, teetering on the edge of death, had no right to claim Gabriela. This time, he wouldn’t relent, no matter the cost.
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Wesley ushered Gabriela into the hospital to meet his doctor, insisting on a thorough explanation of his prognosis.
“Tell her how little time I have left,” he urged.
Gabriela’s face drained of color as the doctor, visibly hesitant, detailed Wesley’s condition.
“Costly treatments keep Mr. Moss functioning like a healthy man, but he has less than three months. His willpower might sustain him until the very end p>
The words sent an icy shiver from Gabriela’s fingertips to her spine, the reality far graver than she had feared.
She had seen Wesley eat, walk, and work like a normal person. She thought there might be a chance for a miracle, but it was all a fragile illusion.
Once the doctor had laid out the grim details, Wesley guided Gabriela out of the hospital.
Her face was ashen, paler even than his own, and he opted against returning to the villa, wary of upsetting Farley and Ken. Instead, he brought her to his apartment.
Unlocking the door, he ushered her inside, her hand icy and lifeless in his.
A flicker of worry crossed his features as he poured her a mug of steaming water, gently urging her to sip it.
As a hint of color returned to her cheeks, he spoke softly. “Gabriela, you heard the doctor. I may have less than a hundred days left p>
Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she threw her arms around him. “I don’t care how little time you have—I want to spend it with you p>
“I just broke off my engagement with Rebecca,” he murmured. “Aren’t you afraid that being with me will bring endless trouble p>
Her voice was firm. “I’m not afraid p>
“Choosing me means you’re mine forever. Even when I’m gone, I would want our love to live on in you. Are you scared of facing that solitude p>
Sobbing, her throat tight with grief, she choked out, “No p>
Wesley started to say more, but Gabriela’s arms wound around his neck, her kiss silencing the harsh words he nearly spoke.
“Wesley, I fear nothing. As long as I’m with you, I p>
Her voice broke, and Wesley leaned down, his kiss swallowing her trembling words, quieting all she longed to express.