Chapter 1068:
Corey’s impatience was palpable as he directed, “Take her upstairs to rest.”
“Alright,” Pierre responded, carefully carrying Gemma upstairs.
Once they had departed, Corey lingered in the silence of the room, his thoughts turning to Gemma’s health. She had undergone heart surgery, yet she still suffered episodes of oxygen deprivation. He gazed up at the bedroom, realizing Gemma’s actions were likely a ruse. Though he saw through her tactics, he sighed, resigned to turn a blind eye unless he caught her outright.
Gemma listened to the sound of the door closing. When she was sure Corey had left, she broke into a mischievous giggle. “Didn’t I put on a good show?” she asked, still cradled in Pierre’s arms.
Pierre, who had seen through her act from the start, raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you worried about hurting your brother’s feelings with all this?”
“He’s being unreasonable,” Gemma retorted with dissatisfaction. “If I hadn’t stepped in today, who knows what might have happened to you?”
She had seen Corey’s ruthlessness before and couldn’t bear the thought of Pierre being on the receiving end.
“But why were you driving so fast last night?” Gemma asked, her curiosity piqued. She had always seen Pierre as the most capable and composed of her bodyguards. “I was eager to get back to you, so I may have sped a little. That was indeed my fault,” Pierre admitted calmly.
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Her heart skipped a beat at his words. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks as she whispered, “Well, it wasn’t wrong. That’s what you’re supposed to do, after all.”
Later, reflecting on the day’s events and feeling a twinge of guilt for manipulating Corey, Gemma decided to buy him a gift to make amends.
Whenever Gemma ventured out, Pierre was her chosen companion and protector. That day, besides picking out something for Corey, she also shopped for Pierre, selecting several clothes and daily necessities for him.noveldrama
Pierre, uncomfortable with the attention and the expense, tried to decline. “These things are too expensive. Mr. Hampton will notice,” he said.
Gemma didn’t press further, returning some of the more conspicuous items. However, she couldn’t resist keeping two sets of matching loungewear for them.
Gemma was cheerfully selecting clothes, immersed in the array of options before her. Pierre found the activity dreary and stood aside, observing her choices.
Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He checked it and found a distressing message from an unknown number. “Please help me!”
At first, Pierre dismissed it as a prank, but something about the number seemed familiar. He scanned his call history and recognized it as Talia’s, his ex-girlfriend. The urgency of the message “Please help me!” was unlike Talia. She wasn’t one for pranks, especially not of this nature. Something must be wrong.
Concerned, Pierre hesitated and then decided to act cautiously. He contacted a friend in the police to check on Talia. But then, silence followed.
With limited connections, Pierre knew solutions wouldn’t come swiftly. He couldn’t help but worry about Talia, distracted by thoughts of her possible plight.
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