Chapter 1062:

Gemma instinctively questioned, “Are you the groom, so she needs to check if you’re attending?”

“No, I’m merely a guest.”noveldrama

“Oh.” Gemma raised her chin slightly. “Did you accept?”

“Not yet. I might not have the time.”

“What date is it?”

Pierre paused, thinking. “Valentine’s Day.” He sensed there was another commitment on the 29th, but he couldn’t quite remember.

Gemma’s expression subtly shifted. “If you’re free, will you attend?”

“Perhaps. She was a very good friend.”

Sometimes, Gemma resented Pierre’s frankness, yet she also didn’t want him to lie. Noticing Pierre’s earnest expression, Gemma felt her resolve deflate.

“Fine, if you really want to go, then go,” she said sulkily. “I’ll give you the day off.”

Pierre nodded. “Thank you.”

Gemma turned and ascended the stairs.

Afterward, Gemma’s interaction with Pierre cooled significantly. She ceased initiating conversation, avoided making eye contact, and handled tasks independently.

Even when she couldn’t reach something, she refused to ask for Pierre’s assistance. If he called out to her, she acted as if she hadn’t heard and would walk away to avoid him.

Pierre tried to concentrate on his duties, but Gemma’s overt distance was unsettling. It had been more than a week. Since Gemma had shown interest in him, they had never endured such a prolonged estrangement.

Pierre racked his brain but couldn’t pinpoint his misstep. On a rainy day, Pierre picked up the thin blanket she had thrown at him and approached her bedroom door. He wanted to make amends and discover where he had gone wrong. As he nudged open the door, he overheard Gemma on the phone.

“Corey, could you send a few bodyguards over?” Her voice was subdued, matching the dreary rain outside. “It’s so dull being alone.”

At this, Pierre stopped in his tracks. She was requesting Corey to send others, suggesting she wanted to replace him. A sharp pang of rejection hit him, and he quietly shut the door before descending the stairs.

Just then, Corey called. His voice was thick with intoxication. “Come pick me up.”

Pierre asked, “What about Miss Hampton?”

“One less bodyguard for her won’t make any difference. Stop wasting time.”

Grabbing the car keys, Pierre left.

Upon arrival, Pierre found Corey’s private room door slightly open, sounds of fervor emanating from within. Half an hour later, Corey appeared, disheveled, supporting a woman in his embrace. Pierre trailed behind them.

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