Chapter 380

Chapter 380:

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Wesley’s voice came through from the other end, hoarse and low, and Gabriela immediately sensed that something was wrong.

“Mr. Moss, have you been drinking?” she asked cautiously.

Wesley didn’t respond to her question. Instead, his tone carried a sharp edge as he questioned her. “If you don’t care for me, then why did you slip into the hospital to check on me? Why did you join my company? Why did you make meals for me? Why did you sleep with me p>

Wesley had never once bombarded her with so many questions, revealing his frustrations.

Gabriela was now certain that he was drunk.

𝗝𝘰in 𝗼ur 𝘤𝘰m𝗺𝗎ni𝘁𝗒 𝘰ո

“Mr. Moss, where are you right now?” she pressed, concern creeping into her voice.

“I am at my apartment,” Wesley slurred from the other end. “My grandmother keeps thinking I’m not into women, pushing me into these awful blind dates, shoving Fiona in my face. I couldn’t stay at the estate for another moment. Gabriela, she has no clue how much I care about you p>

𝖸𝗼𝗎𝗋 ո𝗲х𝗍 𝘧𝗮𝘷𝗼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗲 𝗋𝘦аd 𝘪ѕ o𝗻 𝗀𝖺𝘭ոо𝗏е𝘭𝗌.с𝗼𝗺

His words hit Gabriela like a sudden jolt, stirring a mix of emotions she couldn’t untangle.

She asked softly, “Your heart condition is not stable. Why are you drinking so much p>

The line went quiet.

Worried about his health, Gabriela couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him alone in this state. She apologized to Farley as she woke him, asking him to watch Truett, then rushed to Wesley’s apartment.

Her fingerprints were still in the system, so the door unlocked with ease. Stepping into the living room, she spotted an empty wine glass and a bottle half-drained of its contents. Wesley was nowhere in sight.

“Mr. Moss? Where are you?” she called, her voice echoing as she searched the apartment.

She scoured the living room before heading upstairs.

The bedroom door stood slightly open, and as she nudged it wider, a powerful grip yanked her inside.

Suddenly, she was wrapped in strong arms, lips crashing against hers in a flurry of desperate kisses.

Stunned, Gabriela pushed back, struggling against his hold.

Wesley’s strength was unrelenting, his passion so intense it felt like he wanted to fuse their bodies together. She couldn’t break free.

As her resistance weakened, Wesley lifted her onto the bed, leaning over her, his fingers grazing the buttons of her shirt.

The air was thick with the scent of masculinity and wine, pressing heavily around her.

His warm, steady fingertips brushed her skin, sending her heart into a chaotic rhythm, her body trembling with confusion.

Then, a vivid memory of Allan, bloodied and broken, flashed through her mind.

Her eyes stung with tears. In a surge of emotion, Gabriela bit down hard on Wesley’s shoulder and delivered a sharp slap across his face.

The sound of the slap rang out, freezing the moment.

“Mr. Moss, you’re drunk,” she said quietly, pulling her shirt back into place.

Wesley’s drunken haze lifted slightly, but his eyes burned with a darker, fiercer intensity.

He didn’t let her go, still hovering over her. “Gabriela, don’t you dare say you feel nothing for me. If you don’t care, why show up at my place in the dead of night p>

“You want the truth? Fine.” Gabriela’s expression grew calm. “I’m here because I’m worried about you. That heart beating in your chest — it belonged to Allan. He gave it to you and saved your life. You owe it to him to take care of yourself p>

Her words struck like a sudden thunderclap.

The room fell eerily silent, as if every sound in the universe had vanished.

Wesley’s drunken fog dissipated entirely. He stared at her, as if seeing her for the first time.

Gabriela held his stare with unwavering composure.

Wesley slowly let go of her, his voice finally breaking the silence. “You know p>

“I do,” she replied, rising to her feet and smoothing her tangled hair. “I’m also aware that Allan agreed to donate his organs, and within six months, he died p>

“Gabriela!” Wesley’s voice trembled, still reeling from the bombshell of her connection to Allan. Her next words sent his heart plummeting.

Normally so controlled, his tone sharpened with fury.

“You had better explain exactly what you’re suggesting p>

No longer bothering to hide her doubt, Gabriela asked coolly, “Did you have access to Allan’s Body Donation Consent Form p>

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