Chapter 213
Chapter 213:
A short while later, Brenden escorted Renee into a glittering jewelry boutique, where he purchased a diamond necklace worth two hundred sixty thousand dollars. To that, he added a pair of rare pearl earrings priced at ninety thousand and a conch pearl brooch tagged at one hundred thirty thousand.
Renee’s delight was unrestrained—she showered him with sugary endearments, her voice sweet enough to draw curious glances from nearby shoppers.
Once the spree was over, Brenden led her to an upscale restaurant and secured a private room. Renee eagerly ordered dish after dish—each one exquisite and exorbitant—running up a bill somewhere between twenty and thirty thousand dollars.
Watching her eyes gleam with a mix of greed and excitement, Brenden finally leaned back and said evenly, “Renee, this is the end for us p>
The words struck her silent, her smile freezing before she blurted out, “What? Why p>
𝘉e 𝘁𝘩e f𝗂r𝘴𝗍 t𝗼 r𝗲𝘢𝘥 oո ga𝗹ո𝘰𝘷𝗲𝘭𝗌.с𝗈𝗆
“You know how I am,” he replied in a flat tone. “The moment it stops being enjoyable—when I’m bored or the spark is gone—that’s when it’s over p>
Brenden had always been gentle, but once his warmth vanished, there was nothing left but ice.
Renee had known this day would eventually arrive. Still, the advantages she reaped from being with him had exceeded anything she’d imagined. Simply carrying the title of Brenden’s girlfriend kept rivals in the showbiz at bay and earned her a steady stream of coveted resources.
Yet Renee wanted more than his protection and wealth. She craved both his money and his presence. Brenden wasn’t just rich—he was strikingly handsome and refined, a far cry from those arrogant heirs who flaunted their inheritance. Even in bed, he treated women with considerate care, a rare quality among men like him.
Unwilling to let go, she leaned closer, her voice dripping with flattery. “Baby, did I do something wrong? Tell me what it is—I can change p>
Brenden regarded her with cool detachment. “Take today’s gifts as a farewell. Don’t bother coming after me again p>
With that, he beckoned the waiter, paid the bill, and walked out without a backward glance.
Renee’s eyes welled up, her chest tightening with bitterness. The man she had relied on had abandoned her, and without him, navigating the entertainment industry would become treacherous. She clenched her jaw, unwilling to accept defeat—but she knew Brenden’s rules. If she tried to hold on to him after the breakup, the consequences would be ugly.
Her fingers dug into the conch pearl brooch until her knuckles whitened, rage simmering in her chest. Who had stolen her man? Whoever that woman was, Renee vowed she would uncover her identity.
Brenden stormed out of the restaurant, his stride quickening until it almost felt like he was flying. A rush of vitality surged through him—he was free. Now he had the right to offer Gabriela the kind of future she deserved.
His first instinct was to pull out his phone and call her. But as his thumb hovered over her name, doubt prickled. Would it come across as too abrupt, too forceful? He lingered in hesitation, phone still in hand, the screen glowing with her number he didn’t dare press. What was she doing at this moment?
At that moment, Gabriela was tidying her desk at the office, slipping papers into neat stacks as the day wound down.
She straightened and offered a polite smile. “Mr. Moss, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head out for the evening p>
Wesley finally lifted his gaze from the computer screen, his eyes sharpening on her. “Where are you going p>
“I’m going home,” she blurted out.
Wesley gave a detached nod. “Alright. Go on p>
Just as Gabriela reached the door, his voice stopped her. “After dinner, join me for a run p>
She froze, startled. Rosemont Gardens was miles away from Moss Manor—was he really for real?
Wesley spoke as though it were nothing out of the ordinary. “Is there an issue p>
Gabriela hesitated, her tone cautious. “Mr. Moss, my place is too far from yours p>
“It might not be practical p>
“Then extend your stay at Moss Manor,” he replied without missing a beat.
Gabriela was left speechless, unsure how to answer.
Noticing her hesitation, he queried, “Do you think living at Moss Manor is some sort of burden p>
She found herself unable to answer.
Scrambling for words, Gabriela defended herself. “That’s not what I meant. I just p>
“Then you’ll stay at Moss Manor p>
His words carried no room for refusal, leaving her to follow him back in a stunned haze.