Chapter 22 Just Toying With You
Amelia froze before her tears started streaming uncontrollably. She clutched at Gabriel’s sleeve, and his voice trembled. “I’m sorry I made a mistake, Gabe… I–I just care too much about you. Please forgive me just this once. I’ll never do it again.”
Gabriel expressionlessly pulled his arm free and glanced toward the bodyguard trailing behind to give the latter a subtle signal. “Take Ms. Waverly home.”
Her face drained of all color. As she watched him turn to leave, she blurted out, “Where are you going, Gabe?”
His steps faltered for a second, and without looking back, he replied, “To that middle–aged couple.”
Amelia felt her heart lurch. A chill shot from her feet to the top of her head, and without a second thought, she cried out, “I’ll go with you!”
He turned back to fix her with a mocking gaze. “What’s wrong? Are you afraid they’ll slip up and reveal your little scheme?”
Her throat tightened as though squeezed by a pair of invisible hands. She could barely utter a word and watched as he slid into the black Bentley and drove away.
The next day, a short video from the local news section began circulating online.
In the video, Bradley and Viola faced the camera with tearful apologies, weeping as they apologized for their actions.
“It’s our mistake. We took the wrong medicine, and everything had nothing to do with Dr. Sterling
“Dr. Sterling is a kind doctor who treated us for free, yet we misunderstood her. We’re such terrible people!”
In the video, Bradley and Viola took all the blame and never once mentioned Amelia.
As Emily turned off her phone, a cold smile curled up at the corner of her lips. Well done, Gabriel.
“Dr. Sterling.”
A soft, sweet voice came from behind her. Dressed in a designer pantsuit and high heels,
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Amelia gracefully walked over to her.
“You saw the video, right? It doesn’t matter if Gabe knows the truth because his heart will always lean toward me.‘
Emily looked at her with cold, unnerving calm. “If you’re that capable, why hasn’t Gabriel divorced me and married you outright?”
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While Amelia’s smile froze on her face, Emily took a step closer and looked at her with eyes full of pity. “Or perhaps he’s never thought about marrying you at all. Is he… just toying with you, Ms. Waverly?”
With that, Emily ignored Amelia’s enraged expression and walked away, leaving the latter shaking with fury.
“Bitch!” Amelia cursed.
She vowed to drive Emily out of the Holtons for good.
Consecutive days of medical mission had drained Emily nearly to the bone. Returning to the team’s lodging might mean being bombarded by questions, so she decided to rent a small apartment on her own.
The landlord charged double for the short lease, but she didn’t mind. All she wanted was peace and quiet.
She’d just lain down on the couch when a sharp knock came from the door.
Frowning, Emily stomped to the door in annoyance and looked through the peephole. With one glance, she felt her blood run cold.
Gabriel was standing outside the door, impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit. He looked tall, distant, and as cold as ever.
How did he even find this place?
Emily instinctively backed away and decided to pretend she wasn’t home.
Then came a soft click as the lock turned from the outside. As the door swung open, Gabriel stepped into the entryway, exuding a cold, chilling presence,
Her eyes widened in shock. “How do you have the key?”
He closed the door behind him and twirled the key in his fingers before scanning the modest apartment. Finally, his gaze settled on her stunned face. “I told the landlord we’re married, so
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he gave me the spare key.”
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Emily let out a sharp laugh. “Married? You have a lot of nerve, Gabriel! Aren’t you afraid the landlord will tell everyone about our marriage? That means getting your beloved Amelia publicly shamed as a mistress!”
Gabriel walked up to her and looked down at her condescendingly. “There’s nothing in this world that money can’t solve.”
She shot him a cold glare, then asked, “To what do I owe the honor of your visit, Mr. Holton?”
Ignoring her sarcasm, Gabriel took off his suit jacket and casually tossed it onto the couch. He settled down as though he owned the place before loosening the top two buttons of his shirt and comfortably leaning back.
“My shoulder’s been stiff from all those medical missions. Come here and give me a massage, “he demanded.
Emily stayed where she was and refused to budge an inch. Her voice was cold as she snapped, I don’t know how. Amelia is the best at massages, isn’t she? Why don’t you go to her?”
Gabriel’s gaze immediately darkened. In one swift move, he reached out to seize her wrist and yank her closer.
Caught off guard, Emily stumbled into his embrace and felt his arms lock around her.
“Are you that eager to push me toward another woman?”
She struggled, only to find his grip tightening. So she gave up and lifted her head, her clear, bright eyes meeting his.
“Aren’t you already enjoying yourself with multiple women, Mr. Holton? How did I never realize how much of a jerk you are?”
The air stilled briefly, but instead of getting mad, an amused smirk spread across his lips. He suddenly found her feisty, unyielding demeanor far more interesting than the docile puppet she used to be.
He reached out and pinched her chin, while his thumb stroked her skin. “Since when did you become so sharp–tongued and jealous? Did Mallory teach you that?”
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