Chapter 354
Chapter 354:
Wesley knocked on the car window. “Gabriela, we need to talk p>
Gabriela’s heart gave a nervous jolt.
How could she possibly have this conversation while holding a child in her arms?
As Truett grew, his little face had begun to resemble a miniature version of Wesley rather than Brenden.
𝗤𝘶𝖺𝗅𝗶𝘵𝗒 𝗍𝗿𝖺𝗇𝘴la𝘁𝘪𝗈ոs оո
Of course, she knew that was because Wesley and Brenden were cousins. It made sense that Brenden’s child would somewhat resemble Wesley.
But how could she explain that to Wesley?
She couldn’t reveal who the child’s father was to him.
Wesley rapped on the car window again, his voice firmer this time. “Gabriela, get out of the car p>
Gabriela drew in a steadying breath.
She made her peace with it — if he learned about her child, so be it. She would deny any connection between the child and Brenden until the very end. The Moss family couldn’t simply take her child away, could they?
Lowering the window slightly, she tried one last excuse. “Mr. Moss, I’m not feeling well today. Can we talk tomorrow p>
His tone sharpened with impatience. “Get out of the car p>
Gabriela shut her eyes, bracing herself for whatever storm was about to come. She had just placed her hand on the door handle when Tessa suddenly came hurrying over.
“Gabriela, thank you for helping me look after the baby today.” Tessa smiled, reaching out to take Truett into her arms before greeting Wesley politely.
Wesley hadn’t expected Gabriela to be with a child. The sight caught him off guard, and his gaze instinctively lingered. He could only see the back of the boy’s head, but something in him stirred with unexplainable urgency.
He stepped forward. “This child p>
“Mr. Moss.” Gabriela quickly cut him off, her voice soft but firm. “The baby is asleep. Please don’t wake him p>
Tessa offered a gentle smile. “Mr. Moss, I’ll take the baby inside. You two can talk p>
Wesley pulled his attention away from the boy, though reluctance flickered in his expression.
Gabriela’s heart, which had only just settled, began to race again.
She didn’t want to discuss anything with Wesley — certainly not now.
Once Tessa and Farley had left with the child, Wesley stepped closer to her, his expression darkening. “Gabriela, you owe me an answer p>
Gabriela pretended not to understand, avoiding his eyes. “What do you mean p>
Wesley set his hands firmly on her shoulders. “Before I went abroad, you promised you’d wait for me p>
“Yes, I waited for you to come back.” Gabriela’s lips curved into a smile, her eyes narrowing like crescent moons. “Mr. Moss, about the project you promised me — can we sign it now p>
The air grew heavy, silence pressing in until it felt frozen.
Wesley slowly let go of her, his expression clouded. He began pacing, agitation showing in every step.
Gabriela stood still, not daring to make a sound.
Seeing her unwillingness to engage, Wesley’s interest in pressing further waned. His tone flattened. “Bring the contract to the GD Fashion Week venue tomorrow p>
Without another word, he turned and slid into his car.
Gabriela kept her head bowed until the sound of the engine faded down the street. Only then did she lift her gaze toward the direction he had gone. With a weary sigh, she walked back to the villa, feeling drained to her very core.
Tessa greeted her at the door and returned the baby to her arms. “When Ken called me for help, I was caught off guard. Gabriela, I can’t help but notice… Truett looks more and more like Mr. Moss. What exactly is going on between you two p>
Gabriela gave a quick laugh, cutting her off. “Tessa, you know how greedy I am. If Truett really were Mr. Moss’s son, don’t you think I’d be demanding a fortune from him by now p>
Tessa exhaled softly. She could tell Gabriela was using humor to evade the topic, so she chose not to press the issue.
Her own life was already in pieces — who was she to lecture anyone?