Chapter 317
Chapter 317:
The bold gesture made Bradly pause, a flicker of approval softening his expression. He had come home with the intent of finding a business partner who could be trusted.
Sensing his interest shift, Fiona’s smile stiffened. She couldn’t allow Gabriela to gain the upper hand so easily. Leaning toward him with a playful lilt in her voice, she cut in quickly, “Bradly, weren’t we supposed to spend today catching up? Why ruin the mood with business matters p>
Bradly conceded with a nod and told Gabriela, “Head back for now. We’ll sit down again tomorrow p>
The unexpected promise of a follow-up meeting left Gabriela quietly thrilled. She passed him her business card, speaking with genuine warmth as she confirmed the time and place for the next day.
Once outside the club, she hailed a cab and headed straight home. While a single drink wasn’t particularly dangerous during pregnancy, her body reacted poorly to certain types of liquor — sometimes enough to make her black out — and she worried something might go wrong if she stayed out any longer.
When she returned to the villa, Ken noticed the faint flush on her cheeks and quickly handed her a glass of honey water to soothe the effects of the alcohol. Farley stood nearby, his voice carrying a note of concern. “While you’re pregnant, you shouldn’t be pushing yourself so hard p>
Gabriela curled into the sofa cushions, hugging a soft pillow against her chest. With quiet earnestness, she asked, “Farley, would you consider coming back to the company to help me p>
S𝗵𝘢𝗿е 𝘺o𝘶𝗋 𝘵𝗁o𝗎𝗴𝗁𝘵𝘴 on
In Alanna’s time, Farley had been a sharp, dependable assistant — his reputation spoke for itself. But now, bound by his disability, even walking had become a challenge. He couldn’t bring himself to drag Gabriela down. The only reason he had agreed to stay in the villa was because she had insisted she felt unbearably alone without family around her. But to return to the company, to step into that old role again — that was something he had no intention of doing.
After finishing the honey water, Gabriela drifted off on the sofa.
Through the blur of sleep, she felt someone’s arms slide beneath her and lift her gently. Her fingers curled into the crisp fabric of a collar, and a clean, familiar scent brushed against her senses — it was Wesley. The haze of alcohol made her giggle softly. She looped her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek to the cool smoothness of his suit jacket. “Mr. Moss, did you come for me?” she murmured.
Wesley said nothing. Holding her securely, he carried her upstairs, each step deliberate and unwavering.
Farley’s worry grew the moment Wesley carried Gabriela toward her room. “Mr. Moss,” he said nervously. “Perhaps I should be the one to look after her p>
Gabriela was both tipsy and pregnant. If Wesley attempted to be intimate with her, things could get out of hand.
With quiet composure, Wesley said, “It was my grandmother’s wish that I take care of her p>
Loretta valued Gabriela deeply and had personally entrusted Wesley with that responsibility, and he was simply honoring her wishes.
Farley thought it over and found no reason to object. “Then I’ll leave her in your hands, Mr. Moss p>