Chapter 974:
“No,” Pierre responded. “I just knew Ms. Bennett had been in Xada for two years and presumed there might be a romantic involvement.”
Gemma exhaled in mild frustration. “I appreciate Alicia,” she stated plainly. “But sadly, my brother isn’t worthy of her.”
Pierre averted his eyes, focusing on the soil, his emotions concealed. “Mr. Hampton is certainly successful in business.”
“But he isn’t as caring as Mr. Ward.”
Curious, Gemma asked, “Pierre, would you consider yourself caring?”
Pierre glanced at her appealing face, his Adam’s apple shifting noticeably. His throat suddenly dry. Had they grown so comfortable with each other? Why would she pose such a personal question?
Before Pierre could reply, Sheila interrupted them.
“Miss Hampton!” Sheila exclaimed in exasperation. “Why are you in the garden again? I’ve told you countless times that with your weak immune system, you must avoid germs!”
Gemma blanched. The noise from the living room signaled Sheila’s approach.
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Gemma, dreading Sheila’s nagging, quickly tapped Pierre’s arm. “Quick, help me sneak back to my room.”
Pierre, caught off guard, felt like he was part of a childish escapade. “Miss Hampton, your room is upstairs. We have to go through the living room.” Sheila was in the living room. How could he possibly cover for her?
“Through the window!” Gemma suggested, pointing to the nearby wall. “You’re tall enough. I can climb over using your shoulder.”
Pierre eyed the wall. It wasn’t particularly high, but still a challenge for Gemma. Was this really suitable for someone of her delicate nature?
Concerned about her tendency to become breathless when excited, Pierre responded seriously, “That’s too dangerous.”
“Just trust me!” Gemma insisted, gathering her dress and tying it into a knot, her expression determined. “If Sheila sees me covered in mud, she’ll not only scold me but also call Corey. I’ll be in real trouble then.”
As she spoke, Sheila’s stern voice grew closer. “Miss Hampton, aren’t you coming in yet?”
Gemma tugged at Pierre’s sleeve urgently. “Hurry.” She enticed him with a promise. “Whether it works or not, I’ll give you a bonus.”
She held up a finger, suggesting, “A hundred thousand, okay?”
Pierre looked at her for a moment before agreeing. It wasn’t the money that influenced him. It was the earnest plea in Gemma’s eyes—irresistible.
Pierre positioned himself beneath the window of her room and crouched down.
As Gemma stepped onto his shoulder, Pierre secured her ankles, advising, “Hold on tight.”
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