Chapter 470
Chapter 470:
Brenden’s face darkened with reluctance, which only sharpened Loretta’s glare.
“What’s with that expression? Are you challenging me now p>
Brenden released a heavy sigh, exhaustion bleeding through his voice. “You’ve misunderstood everything. Fiona and I are nothing more than friends p>
The truth gnawed at him — both he and Fiona harbored feelings for other people, making any romantic possibility between them impossible.
Wesley’s mood had already soured beyond repair, and he dismissed Brenden’s explanation entirely.
Rebecca, however, tilted her head with feigned innocence. “If friendship is all it is, why would you wander off to such a place together after dinner p>
𝗥е𝘢𝖽 𝗳𝗋o𝘮 𝗒o𝘂𝗋 𝘱𝗁o𝘯e on
Her question struck like a match to kindling, and Brenden found himself speechless.
He couldn’t possibly reveal their true mission — sabotaging Wesley and Rebecca’s relationship.
Loretta seized upon his silence, her voice cutting through the air. “Your past girlfriends were all disasters, and your mother and I refused to waste our energy interfering. But Fiona possesses genuine goodness, and I won’t allow you to break her heart p>
Heat flooded Brenden’s cheeks as he spoke in barely more than a whisper. “Please, Loretta, don’t breathe a word of this to my mom yet. We can handle this ourselves p>
Loretta had always harbored a soft spot for Brenden, and his earnest plea melted her stern facade slightly. She reminded him to proceed carefully. “Fiona deserves better than carelessness. If you dare dismiss this situation, you’ll answer to me personally p>
Brenden nodded with desperate enthusiasm.
Gabriela absorbed the news of Brenden and Fiona’s potential romance with mild surprise.
Though Brenden had rescued her once, the friction between her and Fiona remained thick as winter fog, leaving Gabriela completely indifferent to their romantic entanglements.
As twilight painted the sky in deep purples, she turned to Loretta with polite finality. “I should head home now p>
Stewart had been anticipating this exact moment, his voice brightening immediately. “Gabriela, I brought my car. Allow me to drive you home p>
Wesley’s face darkened, his mouth opening to object, but Gabriela shook her head. “That won’t be necessary. I prefer going alone p>
Stewart held back his eagerness, understanding that pressing too hard would only drive her further away.
Loretta studied Gabriela’s frozen demeanor and wondered how any progress could ever bloom between them. She spoke up. “Gabriela, I’ll accompany you home p>
Since Loretta still resided in Gabriela’s villa, her offer carried perfect logic.
Gabriela offered a small nod. “Very well p>
Loretta then pivoted toward Stewart with calculated precision. “In that case, please provide us with transportation p>
Gabriela’s mouth fell open, words abandoning her completely. With Loretta making the request directly, refusal became impossible.
Stewart’s face lit up like sunrise. “It would be my absolute pleasure p>
He felt blessed by fortune itself, grateful beyond measure that he had insisted on escorting Loretta to the hospital that night. Without that one gesture, she would never have formed a good impression of him, much less set him up with Gabriela now.
They filtered toward the exit.
Erik, still glowing from the exceptional homemade feast, showed his appreciation to Loretta by gallantly offering her the front passenger seat. The back seat arrangement fell naturally to Stewart and Gabriela.
Stewart caught Erik’s eye and flashed a discreet thumbs-up, already planning to reward him with first pick from his prized car collection.
Wesley remained seated in his vehicle, his gaze turning glacial as he watched Gabriela and Loretta settle into Stewart’s car. His knuckles turned white against the steering wheel.
Jealousy consumed him like acid, though he maintained his composed mask while his heart twisted in silent agony.
Rebecca, observing from the passenger seat, spoke with gentle concern. “Wesley, your color has drained completely. Are you feeling ill? Should I take over driving p>
“Absolutely not.” Wesley’s glance lasted mere seconds before he started the engine.
His chest felt compressed, as though invisible bands were tightening around his ribs, stealing his breath. At first, he dismissed the sensation, but as the minutes crawled by, the pain intensified with alarming persistence.
Rebecca’s voice suddenly pierced through his haze, laced with worry. “Wesley, you’re drenched in sweat! We need to pull over immediately p>
Wesley jolted back to awareness and slammed the brakes, sending them both lurching forward from the violent stop.
Rebecca gasped in shock, and when she regained her balance, she discovered Wesley collapsed against the steering wheel, unconscious.
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