Chapter 970:
Pierre crouched down to observe her.
Gemma’s head dangled over the edge of the bed, her hair veiling her face, quivering on her shoulders. Tears dripped from her nose, staining the gray carpet below.
Pierre’s pupils contracted as a familiar scene flashed before his eyes. Instinctively, he cradled her face with a gentle touch. Her features were turning purple from suffocation. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips moved without sound.
Pierre noticed the obstruction in her mouth, the source of her distress. With a clear mind, he swiftly cleared her airway with his fingers.
Gemma’s breathing eased, and she burst into tears.
Pierre stood frozen for a moment, watching her sob. He wiped his hands and fetched an oxygen tube.
Even with the oxygen, Gemma continued to weep, like a child awakened from a nightmare. Her eyes conveyed lingering fear and sorrow.
Pierre, unskilled in offering comfort, spoke firmly. “Just wait a bit. Your brother will be back soon.”
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Before Gemma’s tears could subside, Corey entered the room. Alarmed by her crying, he rushed over and quickly pulled Pierre aside, asking, “What happened?”
Gemma’s sobs grew louder when she saw Corey.
Corey administered the necessary medication.
Before it took effect, Gemma sought refuge in Corey’s arms. He gently stroked her hair, his voice unusually soft. “It’s okay. I’m here.”noveldrama
Corey lifted Gemma and glanced at Pierre, who stood aside, his gaze averted.
Yet, Pierre felt the daunting presence of Corey.
True to form, Corey delivered a swift kick to Pierre’s knee.
Pierre staggered and knelt, enduring the sharp pain in silence. Gemma, though dizzy and nauseous, intervened. “Corey, he didn’t do anything wrong.”
Corey’s expression was icy. “Not doing it well is the same as doing it wrong. I was away only briefly, and you ended up crying. What good is he?”
Gemma shook her head. “No, he handled it well.” She recalled how Pierre had swiftly cleared her airway, and she didn’t want him unjustly reprimanded. “Corey, you can’t lose your temper without knowing what happened.”
Corey cupped Gemma’s ears, his voice chilling as he dismissed Pierre. “You are useless. Get out.”
Pierre struggled to his feet. Without complaint, he turned and departed.
Gemma frowned, waiting for the medication to take effect. Once she felt stronger, she quietly released Corey’s neck and walked to the bathroom to refresh herself.
Corey sensed her upset mood and sighed. “Are you upset? Over a bodyguard?”
Gemma turned away. “Corey, you’re always so quick to violence, never considering how it affects others. I’ve discussed this with you time and again, but you never listen. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
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