Chapter 442
Chapter 442:
She replied, calm and direct, “Today was chaos. Our clothes got ruined, so we had to change into new ones p>
“I don’t care about your little bonding moment,” Wesley snapped, irritation tightening his jaw. “I’m here to see my grandma p>
Gabriela fell silent.
When he had been her boss, she had learned how to endure his temper. Now that he wasn’t, she saw no reason to swallow it.
Matching his tone, she said evenly, “Mr. Moss, I wasn’t dying to talk about today. It wasn’t exactly pleasant. You asked, so I answered. Out of politeness p>
Wesley’s brow pulled tight, his eyes narrowing on her.
This woman dared talk back to him?
The tension in the room thickened.
Gabriela, who had always smoothed things over with him before, felt a flicker of nerves but held her ground.
Wesley leaned back on the sofa. “I’m thirsty. Make me a cup of coffee p>
𝖳𝘩𝖾 𝘣es𝗍 𝘳𝗲𝗏𝗶е𝗐𝘴 on ѕ.𝖼𝘰𝗺
Gabriela let out a slow breath. “If you’re thirsty, water makes more sense p>
Coffee this late wasn’t exactly great for the heart.
Wesley only lifted a shoulder. “I’m a guest. Humor me p>
“Alright. Give me a second p>
In under ten minutes, she came back with a steaming sugar-free latte, made exactly the way he liked it.
Wesley’s gaze dropped to the cup. His eyes narrowed slightly.
So she hadn’t forgotten.
He asked casually, “Does anyone in the house drink coffee p>
“No one really, but we keep it for visitors,” Gabriela answered.
So she had made it just for him.
Some of the tightness in Wesley’s chest eased.
As he set the cup down, his eyes flicked to the side — and his hand followed. The cup tipped. Coffee spilled.
Dark liquid splashed across Gabriela’s clothes.
She shot to her feet, stunned.
This was the outfit she had just bought. It had cost over twenty thousand.
Wesley, completely calm, said, “Oops. Sorry p>
The lazy apology made heat rise in her throat. She could only think of the money she’d just spent, and how she couldn’t afford to casually replace it.
Billy, quietly observing from nearby, coughed under his breath and inched backward, doing everything he could not to get involved.
Seeing the look on Gabriela’s face, Wesley understood immediately that it wasn’t just coffee to her — it was loss.
Annoyance flickered through him.
Without a word, he grabbed a tissue from the table. The tissue was already damp from the spill, but he didn’t notice. He reached for her sleeve and started rubbing at the stain.
Gabriela went rigid.
Her new clothes were completely ruined.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” Wesley said.
There was a faint, satisfied edge in his tone, as if some dark part of him was glad about the result. “I’m not used to serving people, so I… botched it p>
Gabriela clenched her jaw.
He had ruined her outfit and still had the nerve to act like this?
Anger churned in her chest, hot and helpless.
And with his detached calm, there was nowhere for it to go.