Chapter 395
Chapter 395:
“Stop pretending you don’t understand me.” Wesley’s voice dripped with scorn as he let out a sharp, mocking snort. He leaned in close to Gabriela, their faces mere inches apart. “Your little tricks won’t work anymore, you liar p>
His breath somehow carried a chilling edge.
Gabriela’s heart quickened with unease, urging her to pull back.
Wesley’s hand shot to the back of her head, holding her firmly in place, studying her panicked expression as if watching a carefully crafted facade crumble.
“What a shame,” he sighed. “Such a beautiful face, wasted on a liar p>
Gabriela stared at him, dazed.
His gaze burned with disappointment and anger.
In that moment, it hit her — Wesley had misunderstood her.
She rushed to explain, her voice urgent. “What I said about Allan that day was out of frustration. I never doubted you, not once p>
Even without documents or footage showing that Wesley had no involvement in Allan’s car accident, she would never question his integrity.
She’d only wanted to cut ties completely, which was why her words had been so harsh.
ѕ𝗁𝗮𝘳𝘦 𝘆𝘰u𝘳 𝘁𝘩о𝗎gh𝘁𝗌 о𝗻.с𝗼𝗺
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Wesley said, a cold smile curling his lips. “Keep your deceitful words for someone else.” He released her slowly, his eyes glinting like frost. “I wish I’d never met you p>
The weight of his words sent a surge of panic through Gabriela.
She lunged forward, grasping his arm. “Please, let me explain. It’s not what you think p>
“Enough.” Wesley pried her fingers off one by one, his voice like steel. “How could you be so cruel? Still trying to fool me with your lies p>
He suddenly pulled her close by the waist, his hand burning through the fabric. Her heart fluttered as he let go abruptly.
“That night you fell into my arms, lying beneath me — who were you thinking of? That hairpin you left behind…” He reached into his pocket, pulled out the pin, and—
He tossed it at her. “A gift from Allan, wasn’t it? That’s why you were so desperate to retrieve it p>
Now she finally realized what she had lost in Room 1205 — a hairpin that was, in fact, a keepsake from Allan.
Gabriela knelt on the floor, retrieving it.
Wesley loomed over her, his voice relentless. “When you read ‘The Summer of Maybe’ to me, who was in your thoughts p>
With each word, his tone grew colder. He tossed the book at her feet.
It fell open to a marked page, revealing the line: “But every once in a while, you find someone who’s iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare p>
The line had been underscored, and a name — Allan — was written beside it.
“You pushed me away time and again, yet you never truly left. You only cared about your own desires, ignoring mine.” Wesley’s expression was unyielding as he dropped the scarf she’d knitted onto the floor.
“Remember this: Allan saved me. I owe you nothing. Don’t ever come near me again,” he said.
With that, Wesley turned to leave.
“Wesley!” Gabriela’s voice broke as she called after him, her eyes red and brimming, clutching the scarf. “Won’t you even hear me out p>
He turned back slowly, his gaze flickering with a tangle of emotions too complex to unravel, before settling into a chilling coldness.
His eyes fell to her wrist. “Give it back p>