Chapter 685
Chapter 685:
Wesley was merciless, leaving Gabriela’s legs trembling by the time he was done.
He scooped her into his arms and carried her back to bed, satisfaction written all over his face.
Gabriela shot him a fiery glare. “Don’t even think about touching me again p>
His lips curved in delight. “Alright. I’ll do it instead of just thinking about it p>
Fuming, she snatched a pillow and hurled it at him. He didn’t even bother to dodge, letting her rage wash over him.
Once he was satisfied, Wesley grew unusually accommodating. When her tantrum simmered down, he leaned in and brushed a kiss across her forehead. “Get some rest. Tomorrow, I’ll go with you to the police station p>
𝖭ove𝗹s 𝗶𝘯 𝗍𝗋𝗲𝘯𝖽 𝗈n g𝖺lո𝗼vеls.𝘤оm
That only reignited her temper. “Oh, now you remember? Look at the time, Wesley p>
He chuckled, unbothered. “My bad.” Then, with disarming ease, he added, “Don’t be mad. I’ll follow your lead from now on p>
Men and their lies.
She gave him a shove. “Go to the guest room p>
Instead, he slid in behind her, wrapping his arms tight around her waist. “Honey, could you really bear to send me away p>
His tone had softened again, his embrace steady and reassuring. Against her will, her heart weakened. Her cheeks warmed as she whispered, “I couldn’t p>
Wesley’s laugh was low, satisfied.
He held her tighter, silently vowing to treasure her for the rest of his life.
“Goodnight,” he murmured.
“Goodnight,” she replied, her voice gentler now.
The night fell quiet, tender.
The next morning, as Gabriela descended for breakfast, Farley’s eyes met hers—sharp and unreadable.
She had dabbed concealer carefully to cover the hickeys Wesley left, but the scratches raking down his arm betrayed them both.
Farley’s gaze chilled. As her family, he had always kept a careful watch over her choices. He adored Truett, but when it came to Truett’s father, his heart held no such affection.
Even in his weakened state, Wesley’s recklessness had pushed him into indulgence the night before.
How could he entrust Gabriela’s future to a man who treated his own health so carelessly?
Wesley knew exactly how Farley saw him. Until his illness was cured, he had no right to speak of forever.
Any promises now would be hollow.
All he could do was wait for strength to return, then prove himself worthy, bit by bit, in Farley’s eyes.
The weight of Farley’s unyielding gaze filled the dining room. Gabriela sat stiffly at the table, staring down at her breakfast, her hands restless, unable to summon the courage to meet his eyes.
Just when the air grew unbearably heavy, a small voice rang out. “Daddy! Hug p>
Truett toddled over and wrapped his tiny arms around Wesley’s legs. Without hesitation, Wesley lifted him onto his lap, balancing the boy with one arm as he patiently spooned porridge into his mouth.
The child’s innocence chipped away at the rigidity in Farley’s expression. His stern gaze softened.
Wesley might have been reckless and carried flaws too great to ignore, but he was still Truett’s father.
For the boy’s sake, Farley swallowed his disapproval.
Gabriela exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, relief loosening the knot in her chest.
After breakfast, Wesley escorted Gabriela to the police station.
By afternoon, word had spread like wildfire that Lauren had been summoned for questioning. The news sent shockwaves through the Howard family.
As Matthew’s wife, Lauren occupied a position of weight and privilege.
In circles as rarefied as theirs, scandal was usually smothered before it ever reached the public eye.
For someone like her to be openly called in, she must have crossed a line with someone far more powerful.
Rebecca rushed to the McCoy estate in a storm of tears. Her voice trembled as she spun the tale, twisting details, skipping over truths, exaggerating at every turn.
“Gabriela’s blowing everything out of proportion! She wasn’t even hurt, yet she’s raising a fuss p>
Bess McCoy, her heart aching for her granddaughter, clasped Rebecca’s hand, dabbing her tears with tissues and murmuring comfort. “There, there… don’t cry. We’ll handle it p>
Herman McCoy, Rebecca’s grandfather, gave his solemn word. “Rebecca, don’t worry. Your mother will be fine. I’ll see to it personally p>