Chapter 1063:

Leaning into Corey, the woman flirtatiously said, “You nearly exhausted me. I want a gift.”

Corey, known for his generosity with women, replied, “Choose an apartment on River Road. It’s yours.”

The woman gasped in delight. “Really, Mr. Hampton?”

“Just an apartment. Why would I lie?” Corey affectionately pinched her cheek and kissed her. The woman excitedly proposed, “Valentine’s Day is coming up. I’ll wear a new outfit for you, okay?” Corey responded with a charming laugh.

Pierre, however, tuned out their chatter. Valentine’s Day? A vivid memory flashed—Gemma had bashfully suggested that they have sex on Valentine’s Day.

Pierre suddenly realized his mistake. Talia’s wedding was on Valentine’s Day, the same day he had promised to spend with Gemma. No wonder Gemma was upset, given her temperament. A laugh escaped him.

Corey glanced over. “Drive, will you? What’s with the laughter?”

Regaining his composure, Pierre started the car, accelerating away, leaving Corey speechless.

When they arrived home, Corey stumbled out and began to vomit. Pierre remained in the car, asserting firmly yet respectfully, “Mr. Hampton, I’m heading back. I’m concerned about Miss Hampton being alone at home.”

Corey swore as he retched, “Damn you—ugh!” Pierre closed the window and drove away.

There were no new bodyguards at the house. Alone and uneasy, Gemma had fallen asleep in a chair on the bedroom balcony. Pierre removed his jacket and draped it over her. Gemma awoke with a start, her frown deepening upon seeing Pierre.

“Who let you into my room?” she demanded.

Pierre met her gaze with intensity. “I’m here to apologize.”

At his words, Gemma’s resentment only intensified. As if he’d ever admit he was wrong.

Pierre reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, exposing her delicate features. Gemma pouted, yet she didn’t withdraw from his touch. As his hand caressed her cheek, Pierre’s voice filled the spacious room.

“I’ve decided not to attend the wedding,” he said.

Gemma responded irritably, “Why not? It’s your best friend’s wedding. If you miss it, you’ll regret it.”

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“I had more important things to do that day,” Pierre said.noveldrama

Gemma pushed his hand away, clutching his coat. “Who—”

The balcony was chilly, so Pierre shut the doors and windows before carrying Gemma back to the bedroom and laying her on the bed.

Gemma burrowed under the covers, wrapping herself tightly. Pierre didn’t insist on her facing him.

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