Chapter 218
Chapter 218:
Wesley’s gaze cut through her like ice.
She tried again, reasoning calmly. “Exercise is about consistency and not just one-time activity p>
“Consistency?” Wesley echoed. “Are you saying that you’ll join me here every p>
“Single day p>
Uр𝘥𝗮t𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝗏e𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗲k on
Gabriela paused, considering her reply. “Would that come with extra pay?” she murmured, half in jest.
Wesley’s temper flared, his voice cold and cutting. “You are free to go p>
The chill in his tone made her wince, instantly regretting her words. Spending a few extra minutes running by his side hardly cost her a thing, especially after he had already paid her salary ten years in advance. What was the point of bringing money into the equation?
She relaxed her shoulders, letting a gentle, conciliatory smile curve her lips. “You should rest early too, Mr. Moss. Good night p>
Back in her room, Gabriela peeled off her clothes, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of the day before slipping into bed.
The night was a rare slice of peace. “NotASaunders” hadn’t sent a single message, leaving her sleep undisturbed—for now. Brenden’s unpredictable moods, it seemed, didn’t strike every evening, only in fleeting bursts.
Morning arrived too quickly. Gabriela climbed into the car with Wesley, heading to the company as usual.
The moment she stepped into the lobby, several colleagues shot her long, curious glances. She had already explained yesterday that there was nothing between her and Wesley, yet the rumor mill refused to die. Their disbelief didn’t bother her. After all, how long could their thirst for gossip last before they bored themselves?
The receptionist rose and greeted Wesley with her usual polite smile before leaning toward Gabriela in a whisper. “Ms. Haynes, someone dropped this off for you early this morning p>
Ever since the incident with Rhys, she hadn’t dared accept flowers on Gabriela’s behalf. Now, Wesley stood nearby, his expression hardening at the sight of the bouquet. The receptionist silently praised her own good judgment for refusing to sign for it.
Gabriela’s gaze flicked to the flowers.
The courier lingered in the lobby, bouquet in hand, waiting for her signature.
Receiving flowers had started to unsettle her. Thoughts of that disgusting man, Rhys, twisted her stomach. She didn’t even glance at the card attached to the bouquet to confirm who sent it and insisted, “Take them away. I’m not accepting these p>
The courier’s brow furrowed. “But it’s already been paid for p>
“Do whatever you like with them,” Gabriela snapped, her frown sharp as a knife. “Just leave. And please ensure that no more flowers addressed to me are delivered here p>
Cowardly intimidated by her icy tone, he hurried off with the bouquet.
Meanwhile, Gabriela’s rejection of the flowers only confirmed Brenden’s worst fears: she was shutting him out completely, and whatever feelings she’d had for him were gone. Regret gnawed at him. If only he had ended things with Renee sooner. Now it was difficult for him to win Gabriela’s forgiveness. He began racking his brains to figure out what he needed to do next in order to win her back.
At the office, Gabriela felt a low, simmering gloom she couldn’t shake.
Wesley’s expression was a mask of steel, with a hint of mockery curled at the edge. “What’s the matter? Do you regret not taking those flowers p>
Gabriela shook her head quickly, forcing a semblance of cheer. “Would you like some coffee, Mr. Moss p>