Chapter 379

Chapter 379:

They could never be together.

With a sigh, Gabriela returned inside.

Time crawled by, and late December brought colder days.

Gabriela assumed her firm words had ended things with Wesley for good.

One day, a message from Fiona arrived.

It was a selfie of Fiona, dressed extravagantly, with Wesley in the background, reading on a sofa in the corner.

Gabriela instantly recognized the setting as Moss Manor’s living room.

Fiona followed with a text: “Mrs. Larson invited me for dinner. She must believe I am the perfect match for Wesley. A decent family really does matter, doesn’t it p>

𝖱𝘰𝗆a𝗇𝗰е ոo𝗏𝘦𝗅s 𝗼n

Gabriela was holding Truett, who was drinking his formula.

Once full, he toyed with the bottle until he suddenly let out a wail.

Her fleeting sadness was overtaken by the baby’s cries, demanding her focus.

It turned out his diaper was soiled.

Raising children was really troublesome, with a never-ending stream of tasks to handle.

Between taking care of Truett and running her company, Gabriela had no energy left for heartache.

She set her phone down and swiftly changed his diaper.

Meanwhile, Fiona, elated by Loretta’s invitation, had dressed elegantly, striving to embody grace.

But Wesley remained distant, his indifference stinging her.

Feeling aggrieved, Fiona wanted to lash out.

She finally managed to snap a photo with herself and Wesley, hoping to rub it in Gabriela’s face, but Gabriela didn’t even reply.

Frustrated, Fiona unleashed a torrent of messages. “Why aren’t you answering? Aren’t you good at arguing p>

“Cat got your tongue? Jealous, are you? Well, a woman with no status or connections like you will never end up with Wesley p>

Gabriela, done changing Truett’s diaper, read Fiona’s flood of texts, which poured in like the ravings of a lunatic.

She fired back, “Are you so alone you’ve got no one else to boast to? Has the Dewitt family vanished, huh? What does your relationship with Wesley have to do with me p>

Fiona was enraged by Gabriela’s jabs. How dare she!

As Fiona prepared to strike back, a voice nearby asked, “What are you doing p>

Without looking, Fiona answered, “I’m arguing with a love rival p>

Then she suddenly realized the voice was Wesley’s.

Her blood ran cold, her scalp prickling. She wanted to vanish.

Wesley’s tone was sharp. “Who’s your love rival p>

Fiona, trembling, handed him her phone.

He stared at Gabriela’s reply, his face like ice.

Fiona felt the air itself turn frigid.

She cursed her impulsiveness.

Every time she tried to provoke Gabriela, she ended up on the losing end.

Fiona vowed to steer clear of Gabriela from now on.

With Fiona’s messages finally stopped, Gabriela breathed a sigh of relief. With Truett’s diaper changed, he was lively again, his tiny fingers tugging at the bracelet on Gabriela’s wrist.

Her eyes lingered on it, remembering how she had once teased Wesley for being cheap when he gave it to her.

After settling Truett in his crib and lulling him to sleep, Gabriela slipped into bed.

In the dead of night, her phone jolted her awake.

Half-asleep, she answered, hearing Wesley’s voice on the line.

“Gabriela, what am I to you p>