Chapter 11
“Yes.“Wesley gave a low indifferent response, and her tone was devoid of emotion
“That’s quite surprising. But since you’re together, take good care of each other”
“Mr. Wagner Senior’s right,” Thomas chimed in “Since we’re all here, why don’t we have a meal together? What do you think, Wesley?”
Wesley? Gemma’s pare flicked toward Thomas aishie pondered on how affectionate be sounded. It seemed her dear father was very satisfied with Amelia and Thomas‘ relationship
They
went to aİTİM.
George was particularly warm toward Gemma by keeping her close and having her sit beside him. Mearmshile, Thomas was eager to cozy up to Wesley
“Wesley, we’re practically family now that you’re with Any. You should come to the Field residence more often.”
Wesley’s response was lukewarm. “You’re too kind, Mr. Field. We’ll see.”
The difference in the way they addressed each other highlighted Wesley’s cold attitude. Thomas awkwardly ribbed his nose and wisely chose to drop the subject.
Haltway through the meal, Wesley stepped out to take a call.
Seeing that, Gemma set her utensils aside and said, “Please excuse me, Mr. Wagner Senior. I’m going to the restroom.”
She left the private room and soon spotted Wesley standing a short distance away, talking on the phone.
Instead of calling out to him, she stood there quietly and waited
Wesley was in the middle of giving instructions to a colleague when he suddenly sensed a paze trained on him. As he looked up, he saw Gemma standing with her arms crossed. She was looking at him with such an innocent gaze.
His eyes lingered on bess belore he looked away. Then, he finished his call and hun
Seeing he was done, Gemma called out to him in a gentle voice, “Mr Lowell”
“Yes, Ms. Field?”
“The last time you drove me home, I think I left my phone in your car.” Het tone was polite, courteous, and even a little distant. It was completely different from the boldness she’d shown in the car that day.
“Your phone?
“real Did you not see it?” she asked.
“It’s been days, and you’r only looking for it now? I thought you didn’t care about losing it.”
At his remark, Gemma lowered her head and fell silent. He waited for her to speak as his patience slowly wore thin.
Then, sar said, “I wanted to contact you and get it back, but I didn’t know how” Her head remained lowered.
“You didn’t know how? Didn’t you ask Amelia for my number?” Wesleyshot her a glaner.
Gemuna looked up, and their eyes met. That was when he noticed the genulur surprise in fiet eyes.
That reaction struck him as odd, just as he was about to say something, she sufily replied, “I can’t do that. How could I ask my for your number?”
She smiled, and her eyes flickered with insurence. “What if she isunderstood and thought I had other intentions toward you?”
Wesley owned Again, that feeling in the cat teuinfaced. She wore such a haunless expression, yet her words susded inexplicably absurd. “Should I remand you, Ms. Field? We’ve met no more than five times in total.” That was his warning lodzinna
“Mut eipotions can’t always be measured by the number of meetings, canthey?” she reluted
“Are you trying to tell me something!–
Just after puna spoke, we in Wesley’s experson and the way it darked “I’m sorry, Ms. Field. But you’re not my type,”
