Chapter 178
Chapter 178:
Gabriela’s eyes gleamed with newfound purpose. This time she initiated a voice chat instead of sending a recording—she was determined to discover if the voice on the other end truly belonged to Brenden.
After connecting, silence stretched between them. Even when Gabriela greeted him, no response came.
She cleared her throat with theatrical precision. “Alright, I’ll begin singing p>
The opening of “I Will Always Love You” flowed gently, and combined with Gabriela’s naturally sweet voice it created an unexpectedly pleasant sound. Wesley’s lips curved upward in the faintest smile.
But the next moment her phone erupted with piercing high notes; her voice cracked under the strain. Gabriela had no proper technique—she relied on raw volume for the high notes, producing an ear-shattering performance.
Wesley nearly hurled his phone across the room.
Gabriela sang with increasing intensity. After enduring the complete song, neither of them felt victorious.
Gabriela, her voice now completely hoarse, asked, “Mr. Saunders, was it good?” When silence greeted her question, she pressed on, “I have another song prepared, and wonder if you p>
Before she could finish, the voice call ended abruptly. “NotASaunders” sent a message. “This performance was marginally better than your previous attempt. Practice more p>
Gabriela’s throat felt like it was on fire, and seeing the message made her head throb with mounting frustration. But Brenden’s unpredictable nature proved too formidable to challenge. Gabriela recognized she was outmatched. Forget it. Exhaustion had claimed her. No more battles tonight. She surrendered.
Gabriela sipped warm water, burrowed under her covers, and soon fell asleep. In her dreams she kept singing song after song. When she woke in the morning and reflected on those dreams, she felt awful.
𝗥еa𝖽 𝗐it𝗁𝘰𝗎t iո𝘵𝗲r𝗿up𝘁𝘪𝘰𝗇𝘀 𝗈n ѕ.𝘤𝗈𝘮
She dressed and descended the stairs, colliding directly with Brenden. The dreams still blazed through her mind, and Gabriela fixed him with a murderous stare.
Brenden recoiled under her venomous glare, then noticed the dark shadows beneath her eyes—guilt twisting deeper into his chest. What had possessed such a wonderful woman to develop feelings for him?
After delivering her withering look, Gabriela turned to discover Wesley seated on the sofa, absorbed in his newspaper. Today he wore a black turtleneck sweater that transformed him into something both devastating and untouchable—handsome yet shrouded in mystery. When he noticed her presence, Wesley offered the slightest nod of acknowledgment.
Gabriela’s heart performed an unexpected somersault. Last night, suspicion had crept through her thoughts like poison—could “NotASaunders” actually be Wesley? Now she found that possibility absurd. How could such a magnificent CEO stoop to impersonating Brenden? The very idea contradicted everything about his character. Besides, Wesley had no interest in women—definitely not the man who had slept with her.
Gabriela exchanged polite greetings with Wesley before escaping to the kitchen’s sanctuary.
Loretta and Miriam had already risen, their voices filled with maternal concern as they urged Gabriela to rest. “Let me handle breakfast. Your foot is still recovering—go sit outside,” Loretta cooed.
“Yes, spend time with Mr. Moss. It will strengthen your working relationship,” Miriam chimed in.
But Gabriela stood her ground with stubborn determination. “My foot healed ages ago. Please, let me take care of this p>
Faced with Gabriela’s unwavering resolve, they reluctantly abandoned the kitchen.
The moment solitude embraced her, Gabriela swiftly prepared honey lemon water. After her night of vocal torture, her throat felt like sandpaper, and even the soothing mixture provided minimal relief.
Righteous anger burned in her veins as she began crafting something special for Brenden. Her hands moved with vengeful efficiency, completing the meal preparations with remarkable speed.
Finally, she positioned her carefully orchestrated breakfast before Brenden, her smile radiating deceptive sweetness. “Mr. Saunders, I noticed you had a restless night, so I prepared something special to energize your morning p>
Brenden’s expression clouded with confusion. He had been sleeping peacefully yesterday when Gabriela’s unexpected visit shattered his dreams.
Wesley, drawn by their conversation, folded his newspaper with precise movements and approached them.