Chapter 200
Chapter 200:
After dinner, she wandered the garden paths, letting the crisp night air and the scent of pine ease the heaviness of her meal, before retreating to her room to rest.
The estate carried a subdued air—no one seemed inclined to stay up and welcome the New Year.
She considered calling Aubrey on video. Her thoughts were interrupted when Miriam slipped inside.
“Gabriela, didn’t it stir even a little curiosity in you, seeing Myah here today?” Miriam asked, watching her closely, aware of the feelings Gabriela harbored for Wesley.
Most women might have felt a twinge of jealousy seeing another young woman arrive at the estate and receive such affection from Wesley. Gabriela, however, stayed perfectly composed.
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Gabriela gave her head a small shake, signaling she had no interest in gossip.
Even though Gabriela claimed not to be curious, Miriam still worried she might get the wrong idea about Wesley and Myah. Wanting to clear the air, she offered a brief explanation. “Wesley owes his life to Myah’s brother p>
Her words trailed off into silence, her expression clouded with a wistful melancholy, as if some sad memory had surfaced. That hint of sorrow drew Gabriela in, and she asked gently, “And what happened to Myah’s brother? Why wasn’t he here for dinner p>
“He’s gone,” Miriam answered with a weary sigh, her voice weighted with sorrow. “Such a good boy—but his life ended far too young, barely past twenty. Poor Myah… she and her brother only had each other, and when he passed, she was left utterly alone p>
Before his death, Myah’s brother had asked Wesley to take care of her.
Wesley had tried to bring Myah into the estate, but no matter how many times he persuaded her, she refused. So he bought her a house in another neighborhood and arranged for several maids to care for her.
Miriam fell silent after that, carefully avoiding any mention of how Myah’s brother had died, as if the subject itself carried a shadow no one dared disturb. Gabriela sensed it wasn’t something she should pry into—every family, especially one this powerful, had its share of secrets. Sometimes ignorance was the safest shield.
When Miriam finally spoke again, she gave Gabriela’s hand a gentle pat, her tone quiet but earnest. “Mr. Moss is in low spirits today. If you can spare a little time, would you sit with him for a while p>
Gabriela gave a quick nod. “Alright p>
Only after agreeing did it dawn on her—what business did a secretary like her have trying to lift his spirits?
Still, since Miriam had asked, Gabriela rose from her seat, warmed a cup of milk, and carried it carefully toward Wesley’s study. The door lingered ajar, the silence behind it heavy.
Inside, Brenden sat with his head bowed like a schoolboy caught in trouble. As Gabriela approached, Wesley’s sharp voice cut through the silence, laced with irritation. “Touch my things without permission again, and you’ll regret it p>
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