Chapter 1081:
Gemma instantly ran to Corey, and Pierre’s chance to speak disappeared.
Pierre watched as Gemma hid in Corey’s arms, looking like she was about to cry. His heart was in chaos, feeling like it was being torn apart.noveldrama
Corey shot Pierre a cold look. “I step away for one minute, and you make Gemma cry?”
Pierre straightened up. “Mr. Hampton, it’s a misunderstanding. Just give me a minute to explain.”
“No need.” Gemma’s voice came from Corey’s arms, sounding weak. “Corey, I want to go home.”
Corey picked her up and walked to the car, locking the door behind her.
Corey then turned to one of the bodyguards. “What did Pierre do just now?”
The bodyguard hesitated. “It looked like he was holding a woman, and then rushed over when he saw Miss Hampton.”
Corey’s expression hardened. “Drive Gemma home.”
“Understood, Mr. Hampton.”
As the car pulled away, Gemma didn’t bother looking out the window. Even though she was upset, her pride kept her from showing it.
Corey stayed behind, lighting a cigarette to calm himself down. After a puff, he looked at Pierre and asked, “That was your ex, right? Why were you holding her? You still can’t get over her?”
Pierre’s mind was still on Gemma. “Mr. Hampton, I need to go back and check on Miss Hampton.” Pierre barely got two steps before Corey grabbed him by the collar and shoved him to the ground.
Corey’s face was cold as ice. “My sister waited for you at home, and you were out with another woman? I’ve never let her suffer such grievances!”
The pain hit hard, but Pierre gritted his teeth. He glared at Corey, rage bubbling up inside, though he had no intention of fighting back. He said firmly, “That’s why I need to see her right now.”
Corey scoffed. “You still want to see her?” He let Pierre go, sparing his life for Gemma’s sake. “You’re just a bodyguard. Replacing someone like you for my sister won’t be hard. Stay out of her life, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”
After returning home, Gemma slipped out of her date dress and collapsed onto her bed, her appetite entirely gone.
Later that evening, Corey arrived home and gently coaxed her into eating a little.
As Gemma reached for the bowl, her eyes caught the angry swelling on the back of Corey’s hand. She froze, instantly realizing what must have happened—he had fought with Pierre.
Biting her lip, Gemma retrieved some ointment and knelt beside Corey, carefully applying it to the injured hand. “How could you get hurt so badly?” she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of frustration and concern. “You really went too far this time.”
Corey could easily detect the underlying meaning in her words. His lips curled into a faint smirk, his gaze unwavering. “He cheated on you, and you’re still worrying about him?”
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