Chapter 1073:
Caden continued, his tone warm but hurried, “I need a favor. Today’s a special day, and I’ve planned a surprise for Alicia. But the pianist I hired had a last-minute emergency and can’t make it. If you’re free, could you step in and fill in?”
Alicia often told Caden that Gemma was a remarkably talented woman. Her health had been devastated by illness, confining her to her home, where she immersed herself in mastering various arts, including music and painting. Her piano skills were especially extraordinary.
Gemma hesitated. “I really want to help you, but today is a holiday, and I might…”
Caden raised a brow, puzzled. “Are you dating someone?”
Just then, Pierre entered from outside.
Worried that Caden might spread rumors to Corey, Gemma quickly denied it. “No, no, I just recovered from my illness. I’m not dating anyone.”
Pierre paused briefly before continuing to help her change into her pajamas.
As Pierre worked, Gemma absentmindedly played with his hair and asked, “Couldn’t you find another pianist?”
“They’re all celebrating the holiday,” Caden replied calmly.
Gemma was momentarily taken aback. So others could enjoy the holiday, but she could not? Caden was as infuriating as ever.
Despite her dislike for Caden—mostly for his criticism of her brother—Gemma knew her social obligations couldn’t be ignored. Reluctantly, she agreed. “Alright then. When should I be there?”
“Before noon,” Caden replied.
Pierre then removed Gemma’s pajamas and dressed her in a new outfit for going out. Once finished, he gently held her on his lap.
Gemma frowned, puzzled, as she covered the phone and shot him a questioning look.
Pierre mouthed silently, “Zip it up.”noveldrama
Gemma nodded and allowed him to hold her as she mentally calculated her remaining free time for the day. The next moment, Pierre’s hand slipped under her back, tracing the sensitive curve of her waist.
Gemma shivered, her thoughts scattering instantly. Meanwhile, Caden’s voice droned on over the call, giving her the address and time.
Gemma only half-listened, blinking at Pierre in confusion. Pierre’s dark gaze remained fixed on her, his eyes filled with a quiet intensity that sent her heart racing.
It was early morning, a time when the body was most sensitive, and Pierre’s sudden desire seemed inexplicable. In one fluid motion, her freshly donned dress slipped from her shoulders, the delicate chiffon pooling around her slim waist.
He lowered his head, surrendering to the moment, indulging in her completely.
Gemma gasped, her voice caught in her throat as she tried to push him away.
Caden sensed something was off and asked, “Are you alright, Miss Hampton? Are you feeling unwell?”
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