Chapter 1061:
Even from a distance, Pierre could read the grievance etched on Gemma’s face. He knew it wasn’t because of the phone conversation—there was no way she could have overheard it. Her frustration stemmed from his silence throughout the night. He knew she sought his comfort, a gesture of reassurance that he was all too aware she desired. But he wasn’t in the mood. He didn’t have the energy to indulge her.
When Gemma descended the stairs, Pierre decided there was no point in prolonging the tension. He walked toward her calmly.
With a huff, Gemma said, “I didn’t come here because I was worried about you catching a cold. I just wanted to check if you were sneakily sleeping behind my back.” Pierre saw right through her excuse but didn’t bother calling her out. Instead, he stepped closer, his tall frame towering over her. He bent slightly, bringing his face close to hers so she could see him clearly.
“Miss Hampton, I have no intention of defying you,” he assured her softly.
Gemma’s irritation only deepened. His composed demeanor, laced with just enough charm to rile her up, made her feel worse. “You purposely made me uncomfortable today.”noveldrama
Pierre offered a genuine apology. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
In response, Gemma tossed the blanket at him. “I don’t need this anymore. You take it and get rid of it.” This blanket, her favorite, was the one she used to cover her belly on cool summer nights, carrying her scent.
Pierre hesitated. The thought of throwing away something so distinctly hers made him wistful. “Can I dispose of it tomorrow?” he asked, hoping to keep it for one more night.
Gemma’s response was a cold scoff. “If you actually throw it away, you’ll regret it.”
Pierre smiled faintly. “Did you talk to your brother about this tonight?”
Gemma shook her head. “I wouldn’t bother him with something so petty.”
She then paused and asked, “Was that my brother on the phone just now?”
“No, it was my ex-girlfriend,” Pierre replied, his voice neutral.
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Gemma paused, affecting a semblance of calmness. “Oh.” Pierre noticed her curiosity, mixed with hesitation. Her lips parted, yet no words emerged. Her reluctance only spurred him to tease her further.
“It’s getting late, Miss Hampton. Time to retire,” he said.
Frustration knotted inside Gemma as she realized he wasn’t going to volunteer the information. “You’re supposed to keep me updated on everything as my bodyguard. Have you forgotten your duties?”
Pierre responded, “Does that include personal calls?”
“Absolutely.”
Having teased her sufficiently, Pierre finally disclosed, “She’s getting married and asked if I would attend.”
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