Chapter 369
Chapter 369:
Once inside her villa, Gabriela provided a brief introduction about Myah and requested that Ken whip up a meal for her.
Myah thanked Ken, adding, “I hope I haven’t been a bother.” Such a sweet and polite girl — who could resist liking her?
Ken promptly comforted her. “No trouble at all. My role here is to make delicious food for everyone p>
Myah then turned to Gabriela with curiosity, asking, “Gabriela, I heard a child’s voice. Whose child is that p>
Gabriela provided her usual cover story. “He’s the son of an old coworker. When she’s unable to bring him to her job, she entrusts Farley with his care p>
Only a select few knew the real story, and they were all sworn to secrecy. As long as no one spilled the truth, everyone would believe the boy belonged to Tessa.
𝘛𝗵𝘰𝘶𝘀𝘢𝗇𝖽ѕ 𝘰𝘧 re𝖺𝖽𝘦𝘳𝗌 𝘰ո ѕ.𝘤𝗈𝗺
Since Tessa was barely known to them, no one would likely pry into her personal life.
Myah giggled. “He sounds adorable just from his voice. May I hold him p>
Farley gently placed Truett in Myah’s arms, watching closely, wary that she might not hold him steady.
Though blind, Myah sensed the warm, tiny bundle in her embrace and caught a faint, soothing baby fragrance.
Her heart melted.
Smiling, she asked, “This baby smells just like you, Gabriela. Do you cuddle him every chance you get p>
Gabriela’s pulse quickened.
She subtly sniffed her outfit but detected nothing unusual.
Myah, sensing her confusion, chuckled. “You probably don’t notice your own scent. It’s lovely, though — no need to worry p>
Gabriela relaxed a bit.
After the meal, Myah returned home, where her familiarity with the space made her feel more at ease despite her blindness.
Once Myah was gone, Gabriela made a firm resolution.
The next day, she took her bank card and visited Wesley at his apartment.
Cutting straight to the point, she said, “I reflected on it last night, Mr. Moss. The GD Fashion Week project would bring in millions, but after accounting for labor, time, and other expenses, the profit would barely reach eight hundred thousand p>
Wesley’s icy, penetrating stare bore into her, heavy with authority. “Go on p>
“Here’s a million — consider it the full return of the project’s profits.” Gathering her nerve, Gabriela continued, “From now on, I won’t be working part-time here anymore p>
Wesley reached for her bank card, scoffing. “You think this measly amount settles things? That’s ridiculous p>
Gabriela muttered in defiance, “You didn’t do any work and you’re still getting a million. What else do you want p>
“A million is not enough,” Wesley said, casually tucking the card into his pocket with a flick of his wrist.
Gabriela was stunned.
He complained about the amount but took her card anyway?
To Gabriela, a million was the most she could offer him. She had set aside a few hundred thousand for her and her baby’s living expenses.
“What are you waiting for?” Wesley’s tone was even. “Go make me breakfast. I’m starving p>
“But the card…” Gabriela murmured. “Please return it first p>
Wesley smirked mockingly. “Want it back? Come get it yourself p>
He stood tall, imposing, his gaze so intense it could unsettle anyone. Yet Gabriela couldn’t care less about his stare — not when her bank card was all that mattered.