Chapter 667
Chapter 667:
Gabriela rolled her eyes at Wesley’s remark.
“You know your heart isn’t strong, so you really shouldn’t eat spicy food,” she explained gently, her voice carrying quiet concern. “I only hesitated because I didn’t want you having those heavy, fiery dishes p>
But a stroll down a snack street without tasting anything seemed hollow.
Wesley knew he was being stubborn, almost petty.
Of course Gabriela would have male friends—everyone had their own circle. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to stomach Stewart. From the moment he sensed Stewart’s hidden intentions toward Gabriela, a deep aversion had taken root.
With his jaw set and his eyes dark as midnight, Wesley looked at her as though she were the one at fault. “From now on, you’re not having meals alone with Stewart p>
Gabriela nodded right away, her agreement quick and earnest.
“You’re not to meet him privately at all,” Wesley added, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
“All right,” she answered softly.
Her immediate compliance, however, only made Wesley more upset.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗻
Memories of the deep-sea city model Stewart had guarded for years stirred in Wesley, his voice turning into an icy growl.
“You’re never to give him anything again p>
“All right,” Gabriela conceded with a faint nod.
Whatever he demanded, she accepted without question. Given his frail heart condition, she didn’t dare spark his temper. Though some tension slipped from his face, an icy edge clung to his demeanor.
He recognized that, no matter how unreasonable his orders became, Gabriela wouldn’t resist.
Indulging in the certainty of her devotion, Wesley let himself savor the strange luxury of being fussed over like a spoiled child.
That night, after finishing her bath, Gabriela quietly prepared hot water for him before slipping into bed.
When Wesley stepped out from his own soak, toweling off his damp hair, he found her already asleep.
Moving with deliberate care, he shut off the light, then slid onto the mattress beside her, drawing close in the dark.
The nightlight cast a faint glow across Gabriela’s skin, soft as silk beneath the shadows.
Wesley drew her into his arms, his lips brushing lightly over her shoulder and down her arm. His hand stilled when it reached the faded burn scar on her left arm, his fingertips tenderly tracing the mark as though trying to erase it.
In his heart, he vowed that even if one day he was no longer by her side, Gabriela would live like a princess, never again scarred by pain.
Every movement was careful, as if afraid of disturbing her sleep. But she had been restless these days, and her lashes fluttered as she blinked awake in a sleepy haze.
“Wesley, why aren’t you asleep yet?” she murmured, her voice husky with drowsiness.
At the sound of her words, his arm tightened abruptly around her waist, a quiet insistence in the pressure.
“Why are you still calling me by my name?” he asked, his tone low.
“What else am I supposed to call you?” Gabriela frowned faintly, baffled by how the head of a vast corporation could cling so fiercely to such small, trivial things.
Wesley spun her into his arms, his kiss pressing hard and sure before he urged in a low rasp, “Call me darling p>
Heat rose to her face, painting Gabriela’s cheeks red. Even after sharing the most intimate nights, she still flushed at the smallest provocation.
Wesley’s low chuckle rumbled in his chest before he feigned a stern look. “If you don’t say it today, maybe tomorrow you won’t have the chance p>