Chapter 344
Chapter 344:
Confronted by Stewart’s blatant scorn, Gabriela was utterly perplexed. What did he mean by “new love” and “old flame”? His words made no sense to her.
Stewart continued, his voice dripping with mockery, “Latching on to Wesley must have been quite the feat. It is no surprise you would move on. People always aim higher, don’t they p>
Gabriela opened her mouth to clarify, but Stewart cut her off sharply. “Just leave—we’re not friends anymore.” Convinced Stewart was out of his mind, Gabriela decided that explaining was pointless and turned to walk away.
Back at her company, she sank into her office chair, lost in a fog of confusion. How had the model she crafted ended up in Stewart’s hands? And why did he turn hostile when she said she couldn’t repair it?
Gabriela remembered the first time she had met Stewart’s assistant, Erik, at the Deluxe Hotel. He had insisted that they knew each other and mentioned that the accessibility software for the visually impaired would launch soon, crediting her with kickstarting it.
𝘞𝗵𝗮𝘁 e𝗏е𝗿𝘆onе і𝘀 𝗋𝗲𝗮d𝗶𝘯g 𝗈𝘯 ѕ.со𝗆
Then there was Myah, who was upset when Gabriela couldn’t remember her. Additionally, Stewart claimed they had a prior acquaintance. Even more puzzling, he possessed the exact model she had created years ago.
Gabriela prided herself on her sharp memory, yet these people were strangers to her. She was at a loss.
All day, exhaustion weighed on her. Even during dinner with Wesley, her mind kept spiraling back to these mysteries.
Noticing her distraction, Wesley asked, “Are you feeling okay p>
Snapping back, Gabriela nodded her head and focused on her plate, picking at the food.
During the meal, she stepped away to the restroom. Returning, she found Stewart lurking in the hallway, clearly waiting for her.
Gabriela tried to walk past, but Stewart blocked her way.
Dressed in a crisp white shirt, his tall, lean frame gave him the air of a refined gentleman, but his mocking smirk ruined the illusion.
“You’ve got no time to fix the model, but plenty for dining with Wesley,” Stewart taunted.
Gabriela ignored him, brushing past. Arguing with someone so irrational was futile.
Stewart’s voice followed her, laced with bitterness. “Did you really think I funded that software just because of the model you created for me? I invested because you were kind to Allan Espinoza and went out of your way for his sister’s sake. I thought you were a good-hearted girl. It has only been a few years—how did you change so much p>
In his eyes, even if Gabriela wanted to move on, completely abandoning Myah was unforgivable.
His words grew increasingly absurd, and Gabriela quickened her steps to escape.
That night, once she was back home, she fed her son Truett, had a bath, and then joined Wesley at his condo.
The courtyard bloomed with white roses, their heavy fragrance enveloping her. The scent triggered an eerie sense of familiarity.
For nights on end, sleep eluded her. Her mind conjured endless fields of white roses, with a man in a pristine white shirt standing among them, his silhouette nearly blending into the petals.
She strained to see him, and when he turned, it was Wesley’s face.
Gabriela woke with a start. The dream was too strange.
Unable to sleep, she clutched her pillow and knocked on Wesley’s bedroom door.
Wesley opened the door and frowned. “What’s wrong p>
“I can’t sleep,” Gabriela said, a little embarrassed. “Can I stay in your room? I’ll sleep on the floor p>