Chapter 339
Chapter 339:
Gabriela had once debated several executives and won with her argument that women’s work performance was no less than men’s. That was why this young employee revered her so deeply.
Now the employee stared in surprise at the mountain of celery beside Gabriela. She dropped to a whisper, “Ms. Haynes, you don’t eat celery p>
Gabriela was unsure how to respond. She spotted Wesley across from her lifting a piece of beef with his fork. Without thinking, she reached out and smacked his hand.
Wesley’s fork clattered to the table.
Gabriela swept the beef onto her plate, her voice sharp with complaint. “You were supposed to remove what I don’t like. Look — there’s still celery all over it p>
𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇
The employee’s attention snapped to Wesley.
He radiated an almost dangerous handsomeness, his presence commanding the entire space. When Gabriela and Wesley had sat together earlier, she had seemed diminished beside him. The employee could barely summon the courage to meet his gaze.
Yet here he was, supposedly Gabriela’s newly hired assistant.
The employee burst out, “Ms. Haynes, you’re incredible — having such a gorgeous assistant p>
Wesley let out a snort. He folded his arms and watched Gabriela with lazy amusement.
Ice crawled up Gabriela’s spine.
After the employee finished her excited chatter with Gabriela, she departed with a spring in her step.
The smile playing at Wesley’s lips made Gabriela’s pulse stutter. She offered a soft explanation. “Mr. Moss, I’ve just assumed the CEO position. Being seen doing side work wouldn’t look professional p>
Not only would it shatter her image before her employee, but it would also undermine her authority.
Wesley leaned closer to her. “So I’m your assistant p>
“Absolutely not!” Gabriela’s tone turned syrupy with flattery. “I’ll always respect you — you’re the big boss p>
Gabriela had intended to appease him, but something in her words triggered his displeasure. His expression darkened like storm clouds.
An uneasy tension hung over them.
Wesley ate with deliberate slowness, while Gabriela fidgeted with urgency to return home, constantly stealing glances at her watch.
Wesley’s frown deepened. His voice turned glacial. “Gabriela, this is still your working time. Neglecting your duties during work hours — don’t you want that project anymore p>
Gabriela hastily pocketed her phone, not daring another distraction.
Wesley released a soft snort, and only then did his expression thaw slightly.
In the following days, Gabriela trailed Wesley to dinner after work, arriving home well past dark.
Sometimes Truett had already finished his formula and drifted to sleep, leaving Gabriela to pump extra milk alone.
This exhausting routine stretched through an entire week.
That evening, after dinner, Gabriela pressed Wesley eagerly about when they could finalize the project.
Wesley remained silent, pinching the bridge of his nose with visible discomfort. “I’ve been battling insomnia lately. Sleep keeps eluding me p>
Gabriela’s concern flared immediately. “Is your heart condition acting up again? Have you seen a doctor p>
“You’re worried about me?” Wesley studied her face. “Stay with me tonight p>
At those words, Gabriela’s fork crashed to the floor.
Thankfully, they had reserved a private room, so no one witnessed their conversation.
She stammered desperately, “Mr. Moss, we’re… we’re just employer and employee. This crosses every line p>
Wesley savored her panicked expression, finding it particularly entertaining. “If you don’t come over tonight,” he threatened with mock seriousness, “you can abandon all hopes for the project p>
Hearing this ultimatum, Gabriela gathered her resolve. “Fine. I’ll come over.” She comforted herself with the thought that it was no big deal — after all, they had shared a bed before.
She added, “But first, I need to return home. I want to collect some clothes and personal items p>
Wesley offered, “I can drive you p>
“No need!” Gabriela replied hastily. “You’re far too busy. I can summon a cab myself p>
Wesley fixed his gaze on Gabriela, his words deliberate and measured. “I’m not busy p>
“Very well then.” Since Wesley insisted, Gabriela didn’t dare protest further.