Chapter 1030:
“Yes, he did. It was necessary for the exam,” Gemma explained.
Pierre’s expression grew stern, and he pressed his lips together, choosing to remain silent thereafter.
Once she was clean, Pierre stayed by her side, never once stepping away. He was there not only during the day but throughout the night as well.
Beside Gemma’s bed, Pierre placed a cot where he wouldn’t sleep but would simply lean against it, ready to assist at a moment’s notice if Gemma woke up feeling uneasy during the night.
Her nights were restless, often marked by discomfort. When this happened, Pierre’s embrace seemed to soothe her somewhat.
However, feeling his warmth, Gemma couldn’t help but sense a pang of sadness. The kiss they shared that night had clearly been reluctant on Pierre’s part. Compelled by Corey, Pierre had compromised for the sake of money.
With her eyes closed, Gemma murmured, “Once I’ve had the transplant surgery, I’ll be okay. Then, Pierre, you should consider resigning.”
Pierre was someone who spoke very little. Though typically reserved, he always responded to Gemma’s inquiries. Tonight, however, he merely patted her shoulder, silently soothing her to sleep without uttering a word.
A wave of sadness washed over Gemma. She had grown fond of Pierre’s company, finding comfort in his presence, and had come to rely on him deeply. She might even harbor feelings for him, as she generally disliked men’s touches but found Pierre’s kisses tolerable. The thought of him possibly leaving his job brought a fear of never seeing him again, a feeling she struggled to express. Yet, even though she felt a strong reluctance for him to go, she knew she was powerless to stop it. She was never one to impose her will on others.noveldrama
As these thoughts overwhelmed Gemma, tears streamed down, soaking Pierre’s chest.
Pierre paused and looked down at her.
Attempting to escape his hold, Gemma turned away, but Pierre gently grasped her chin, turning her face back toward him. Her eyes, brimming with tears, could no longer hide her emotions.
Caught crying, Gemma’s embarrassment only intensified her urge to cry.
Pierre, understanding her better than she did herself, gently wiped her tears and reassured her, “If you want me to stay, I will.”
Gemma sniffled, her voice tender. “I’m not asking you to stay.” Her voice had a gentle, captivating quality to it. Pierre felt a strong desire to comfort her and, without thinking, gently kissed the tip of her nose. Gemma tensed but made no move to withdraw. Pierre’s breath was warm, enveloping her in a distinctly masculine aura.
Comforted by this overwhelming sense of protection, Gemma tilted her chin up, silently pleading for his kiss to find its rightful place.
Pierre looked down at her, his usually blank eyes now twinkling with a trace of amusement.
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