Chapter 365
Chapter 365:
Gabriela was at home, delighting in playtime with Truett.
The three-month-old baby, already responsive to grown-ups, giggled uncontrollably when Gabriela hid her face behind her hands and then popped out with a grin. His joyful laughter echoed through the room, his tiny arms and legs flailing with excitement. What a heartwarming scene.
Nearby, Farley and Ken watched, utterly captivated.
The soft, cheerful baby, always flashing his bright smile, was irresistible — they could cradle him for hours without tiring.
Today, Kaleb had stopped by with a tin of nourishing formula for the baby and was reluctant to let him go.
“Hey, Truett,” Kaleb cooed, his usual stern businessman demeanor melting into one of pure adoration, “I’m your grandma’s distant cousin. Say ‘Kaleb p>
Gabriela chuckled. “Uncle Kaleb, he’s far too young to start talking p>
“He’s never too young to learn,” Kaleb replied with a grin.
Farley, feeling a bit sidelined, muttered to Ken, “He’s monopolizing Truett just because he’s family, holding him in his arms for hours p>
Ken nodded in agreement but kept quiet, wary of complaining about Gabriela’s relative since he was only a cook.
Suddenly, Gabriela let out two loud sneezes.
𝘋іѕс𝗼𝘃𝖾𝘳 𝗵і𝘥𝘥е𝗇 𝗀emѕ 𝗼𝗇
Farley’s face creased with worry. “Are you catching a cold? The weather’s getting cooler; you should wear something warmer p>
Gabriela, confident in her robust health, brushed it off. “I’m fine,” she said.
She couldn’t help wondering who might be gossiping about her.
Kaleb stayed late, only leaving when Truett drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, a Saturday, Gabriela was feeding Truett when her phone buzzed with a call from Wesley.
“I’m hungry. Come over and make breakfast for me p>
Gabriela glanced at the clock; it was just 7:30 a.m.
She quickly suggested, “Mr. Moss, how about picking up something quick nearby? I’ll whip up a tasty lunch for you, I promise p>
Wesley’s voice was calm but firm. “Nothing compares to your cooking p>
Gabriela stifled an eye-roll, tempted to ask how he had managed breakfast before she came along.
Grumbling inwardly, she prepared Truett’s meal, handed him to Farley, and headed to Wesley’s apartment.
As she drove, she felt grateful for her recent car purchase — weekend commutes would have been a nightmare without it.
When Gabriela arrived at Wesley’s apartment, she noticed the garden’s white roses were in full bloom, their sweet scent enveloping the air.
The sight of the blooming white roses in the garden brought back memories of Allan’s own rose-filled yard, stirring a moment of puzzlement in Gabriela.
Both Allan and Wesley shared a fondness for the novel “The Summer of Maybe p>
The coincidence, paired with Wesley’s heart transplant, sparked a fleeting, bizarre thought about their connection.
Gabriela brushed aside the absurd notion and hurried into the apartment building.
When she arrived at his apartment, Wesley stood in the living room, clad in sleek black loungewear, radiating a refined, almost aristocratic charm. His piercing dark eyes met hers, sparking an inexplicable nervousness in her chest, though she couldn’t pinpoint why.
Glancing at his watch, he said in a crisp tone, “You’re fifteen minutes late. This should not happen again p>
Gabriela let out a quiet sigh.