Chapter 366
Chapter 366:
A weekend side job with her boss timing her arrival like a hawk was far from ideal.
Still, her optimistic nature kicked in, and she quickly adapted.
Rolling up her sleeves and tying on an apron, she flashed a bright smile. “Mr. Moss, what’s in your kitchen? I’ll whip up something quick for breakfast p>
As she spoke, she opened the fridge and froze.
The large fridge was stuffed to the brim with ingredients.
For a mere weekend, it looked like Wesley was anticipating a lavish banquet.
“I would like a ham sandwich today. The vegetables should be just crisp, not overcooked or too raw…” Wesley said, rattling off a list of precise instructions.
𝗪𝘩𝘢𝗍 еve𝗋𝘺𝘰ո𝘦 𝘪s 𝘳𝗲𝗮𝗱і𝘯𝗀 𝘰𝗻 ѕ.c𝘰𝗺
His meticulous demands made her fingers twitch with irritation, but she reminded herself she was here as an employee, bound to follow orders.
Swallowing her frustration, she began preparing the meal.
Gabriela’s emotions were an open book — her annoyance was clear for anyone to see.
Yet, as she immersed herself in cooking, her irritation melted away, her face softening into a calm, focused expression.
Wesley lounged against the kitchen doorway, observing her quietly. A warm glow spread through him.
All this effort was for him, and he found himself wishing he could witness this lively scene every morning.
Discreetly, he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of her from behind. When she plated the breakfast, he took more pictures, then shared them on social media with a simple caption: “A delightful morning p>
The post quickly racked up likes.
With Gabriela’s figure blurred, it sparked curiosity about the mystery woman in Wesley’s home.
Stewart, however, knew instantly who it was. The photo captured the woman’s distinctive hands, and he recognized them as Gabriela’s.
He had already decided to keep his distance from her, wary of Myah’s possessive streak and her habit of meddling in Gabriela’s romantic life.
But seeing this, Stewart was livid.
“Unbelievable!” he muttered under his breath. “It’s like using a master sculptor to chip away at pebbles p>
Gabriela’s hands, he thought, should be crafting intricate architectural models, not slaving over mundane kitchen tasks.
Damn it. Was Wesley exploiting his former employee just because he had wealth and influence?
And Gabriela, a CEO in her own right, was somehow bowing to his demands.
It was ludicrous.
Stewart paced his office restlessly, his agitation palpable.
When Erik knocked and entered, he was taken aback by his boss’s restlessness. “Mr. Williams, what’s the matter p>
Stewart stopped abruptly and ordered Erik to get the car; he was going to see Myah.
He wouldn’t admit that a twinge of jealousy toward Wesley fueled his urge to alert Myah.
When the car pulled up to her residence, he turned to Erik and said, “Gabriela’s talent belongs in crafting models — not in the kitchen. I have to help her out of this mess p>
Erik stared in confusion, unsure what had set his boss off.
After steeling himself, Stewart knocked on the door.
Myah was not happy about his visit. She frowned. “What are you doing here p>
Stewart, no fan of Myah’s controlling nature, was blunt. “Wesley is treating Gabriela like his personal maid p>