Chapter 553
Chapter 553:
The sedative should have kept Gabriela under for two hours.
So how on earth was she awake this soon?
Wesley froze, caught off guard as her arms coiled around him, holding tight, leaving him no room to slip away.
They were so close their breaths tangled, hot and shallow, as though the air itself had thinned.
Her skin was silk beneath his touch. Her eyes were sharp and captivating, pulling him in like a tide.
And those lips, curved in quiet perfection, could undo any man with a single glance.
Wesley could feel his control fraying, a whisper away from closing the distance and claiming her mouth with his.
๐ะพi๐ป ๐๐o๐ถ๐ดะฐn๐ฝั o๐ฟ f๐ฎn๐ด ๐ผ๐ ๐จa๐นีธ๐๐e๐ญ๐ด.ั๐m
Gabrielaโs voice trembled, though her gaze didnโt waver. โWesley, you said you donโt like me anymore p>
His palms pressed against the bed on either side of her, trapping her in place. His chest tightened, a storm raging behind his ribs, but his voice came out clipped, cold. โI no longer have feelings for you p>
Gabrielaโs eyes locked on his, unwavering. โThen prove it. Kiss me. If you can kiss me and feel nothing, Iโll believe you p>
His throat tightened, his stare dark as midnight. โI donโt force myself to kiss a woman I donโt p>
Her lips crashed against his before he could finish, soft and urgent, carrying the faint sweetness of the wine sheโd sipped earlier.
The last of Wesleyโs restraint broke in that instant.
The woman he loved was pressed so close to him that she ignited a fire in his senses he couldnโt put out.
How could he not want her?
With a rough, desperate sound, he crushed her against him, kissing her like a drowning man clinging to air.
His fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse.
Beneath his touch, her stomach was smooth except for the long, deep scar slashed across her skin.
His brows drew together, the heat in his gaze faltering, replaced by stunned silence.
His voice came out rough, edged with something he couldnโt name. โGabrielaโฆ did you get hurt p>
Her mind was fogged, thoughts swimming in a haze of desire and confusion. She clung to him, kissing him like sheโd drown without him. โHurt? What do you mean p>
Wesley steadied her by the shoulders, his gaze softening even as worry sharpened his tone. โDid you have surgery? When did this happen p>
โI donโt know,โ she murmured.
She wasnโt entirely aware of herself, but somewhere deep inside, instinct screamed at her to never let him find out about the child. So she didnโt tell him that it was a C-section scar.
If Wesley discovered the truth, the Moss family would come for the baby.
She couldnโt allow that.
Wesley looked at her wide, guileless eyes, and a heavy sigh left him. He remembered her broken childhood, the quiet tragedies that had shaped her, and his chest tightened painfully.
He couldnโt marry her.
And now, drugged and unguarded, she was clinging to him, baring her heart without even knowing it.
If he crossed that line now, there would be no undoing it.
Carefully, he lowered her blouse, then scooped her into his arms and carried her toward the bathroom.
โWesley,โ she said, her tone so innocently earnest it nearly undid him, โdo youโฆ want to do it in the bathroom p>
He almost stumbled, the words hitting him like a jolt.