Chapter 298
Chapter 298:
Gabriela quickened her movements, dabbing on powder to cover the hickeys. Yet Loretta, ever observant with her sharp gaze, instantly spotted the marks on Gabriela’s neck.
Alarmed, she set the steaming bowl of chicken soup down with a clatter. Gripping Gabriela’s shoulder, Loretta leaned in, examining closely. “Gabriela, what’s on your neck? Did something bite you? No, wait—these marks are hickeys.” She pressed, “What happened last night p>
Gabriela’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She tugged her collar up, forcing a calm tone. “Mrs. Larson, it’s just a rash. I’ll apply some cream later, and it will clear up p>
Loretta, believing those marks were hickeys rather than a rash, felt a thrill of excitement but kept it hidden. Having learned from past mistakes, she knew better than to make a scene, even if she had her suspicions. She also resolved to keep this from Miriam, fearing she would ruin things between Gabriela and Wesley again.
Chuckling softly, Loretta smiled. “I’ll leave the soup here. You’ve been under the weather, so make sure you drink it all p>
“Thank you, Mrs. Larson,” Gabriela replied, relieved to see her go.
She hurriedly layered more powder on her neck, barely masking the vivid marks, muttering under her breath, “Leaving such obvious marks, as if he’s marking territory p>
As she finished, the savory scent of chicken soup filled the air, sparking her hunger. She took a tentative sip, surprised by its delicious warmth, which settled comfortably in her stomach. Unable to stop, she drank another, and soon the bowl was empty. It had been a while since she had eaten so well, and the cozy satisfaction left her content. Loretta’s cooking was exceptional.
Gabriela even toyed with the idea of asking her to stay at the villa longer.
By the next day, word that Wesley had spent the night at Gabriela’s home spread quietly but swiftly within select circles.
іntе𝗻𝘀e 𝗋𝘰𝗺а𝘯се о𝗻
Gabriela quickened her movements, dabbing on powder to cover the hickeys. Yet Loretta, ever observant with her sharp gaze, instantly spotted the marks on Gabriela’s neck.
Alarmed, she set the steaming bowl of chicken soup down with a clatter. Gripping Gabriela’s shoulder, Loretta leaned in, examining closely. “Gabriela, what’s on your neck? Did something bite you? No, wait—these marks are hickeys.” She pressed, “What happened last night p>
Gabriela’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She tugged her collar up, forcing a calm tone. “Mrs. Larson, it’s just a rash. I’ll apply some cream later, and it will clear up p>
Loretta, believing those marks were hickeys rather than a rash, felt a thrill of excitement but kept it hidden. Having learned from past mistakes, she knew better than to make a scene, even if she had her suspicions. She also resolved to keep this from Miriam, fearing she would ruin things between Gabriela and Wesley again.
Chuckling softly, Loretta smiled. “I’ll leave the soup here. You’ve been under the weather, so make sure you drink it all p>
“Thank you, Mrs. Larson,” Gabriela replied, relieved to see her go.
She hurriedly layered more powder on her neck, barely masking the vivid marks, muttering under her breath, “Leaving such obvious marks, as if he’s marking territory p>
As she finished, the savory scent of chicken soup filled the air, sparking her hunger. She took a tentative sip, surprised by its delicious warmth, which settled comfortably in her stomach. Unable to stop, she drank another, and soon the bowl was empty. It had been a while since she had eaten so well, and the cozy satisfaction left her content. Loretta’s cooking was exceptional.