Chapter 130
Chapter 130:
Yet tonight’s scene had shattered that notion. Whoever had been spreading those ridiculous rumors was in for a rude awakening.
From somewhere deeper inside the manor, a voice called, “Has Mr. Moss returned p>
Miriam Torres, the long-time housekeeper of the manor, rushed out at the sound of the car, hastily draping a coat over her shoulders. When her eyes landed on Wesley carrying a young woman in his arms, she froze mid-step, stunned into silence for several seconds.
Her eyes shifted to Gabriela, scanning her delicate features and wide, uncertain gaze. There was something disarmingly sweet about her—an innocence that softened the starkness of the moment.
Miriam’s tone, warm yet probing, broke the silence. “Mr. Moss, who is this lovely girl? Is she hurt p>
She bore the marks of the years gracefully—fine lines fanning from the corners of her eyes, a natural halo of soft curls framing her face. The kindness in her eyes was matched by the gentle smile that curved her lips, her entire demeanor radiating the reassuring warmth of a beloved grandmother.
Noticing Wesley had no plans to speak for her, Gabriela leaned in with a faint smile and said softly, “I’m Gabriela. Just a little ankle twist—nothing worth worrying over p>
A warm glow spread across Miriam’s features. “Pleasure to meet you, dear. I’ll go fetch the first aid kit p>
After lowering Gabriela onto the sofa, Wesley spoke up, his tone carrying a sharp edge. “Don’t get up. Stay right where you are p>
From the moment she’d been set down, Gabriela hadn’t dared shift an inch, yet she still got scolded by Wesley. Now she was convinced her boss was in a foul mood.
𝗦𝗵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺о𝘶𝘳 f𝖺𝘃о𝘳𝘪𝗍𝘦𝘴 𝖿𝘳𝗼𝗆
Miriam froze mid-step, the medical kit clutched in her hands, as her gaze took in Gabriela’s white dress layered beneath a pale gray overcoat. Recognition flashed in her eyes—this was no ordinary outfit. She remembered when Wesley had personally commissioned the dress over two weeks ago, along with a custom dark gray suit tailored by his private designer. It had been a matching set, unmistakably a couple’s ensemble.
Back then, she’d quietly wondered if the elusive Wesley had finally taken an interest in someone. Now, seeing Gabriela in the dress, she no longer needed to speculate. The answer was written plainly before her.
Now that Wesley was at last entertaining romance, Miriam intended to make the most of it—nudging every opportunity to draw the two of them closer. She passed the first aid kit into Wesley’s hands. “Mr. Moss, I’ve got soup simmering in the kitchen. Make sure you treat her properly p>
He accepted it without a word, his sharp features set in a cold, focused expression.
After a pause, he crouched in front of Gabriela, his movements deliberate as he eased her shoe off.
Her foot was small and delicate, but the purplish swelling at her ankle made the injury look far worse than she’d expected.
Unwilling to inconvenience him, she murmured, “Mr. Moss, I can manage it myself p>
His gaze flicked to hers, voice clipped. “Don’t move p>
Flipping the kit open, Wesley took out the disinfectant, spraying it over the bruise before smoothing on a layer of pain-relief ointment. His fingers were firm yet unexpectedly gentle as he worked the medication in, his touch careful despite the chill in his expression.
He was obviously out of his depth with such delicate work, his movements hesitant and a touch clumsy. Still, there was a quiet determination in the way he worked the ointment into her skin, each motion deliberate as he eased the sprain with painstaking care.