Chapter 89

Chapter89 Could Brenden Have A Split Personality

When Wesley finished his words, Gabriela stayed composed-but Brenden looked as if he'd just been struck,staring at her in disbelief.

He'd only told her not to contact him anymore,and she'd gone and given the scarf to his cousin.

Even if she had been rejected, shouldn't there have been a period of quiet heartbreak, of struggling to move on before starting something new?

Resentment burned in Brenden as he glared at Gabriela through the entire dinner.

Gabriela, meanwhile, felt tense.

She knew she shouldn't have agreed to Loretta's request-Brenden was clearly unhappy.

If he broadcast their one-night stand now, she could It lose her job.

She decided to placate him. "Mr. Saunders, you seem unwell. Are your legs bothering you? I know a way to ease the pain..."

Brenden scoffed coldly. "No need."

If she no longer cared for him, why pretend to be concerned?

Wesley's expression shifted as well. He glanced at Brenden's shorter legs, then at his own longer ones.

What's wrong with having long legs? Why didn't Gabriela like them?

After dinner, Gabriela wanted to clarify the scarf misunderstanding to keep Brenden from saying anything reckless.

Brenden was lurking near the artificial rock.

Before she could approach, he waved her off dramatically. "Stay back. Since you chose to give the scarf to Wesley, commit to him fully." Gabriela hurried to explain, "Mr.Saunders,you've got it wrong. It's not what you think."

Brenden's mind raced with an audacious thought.

Had Gabriela given the scarf to his cousin deliberately to spark his jealousy?

To capture his attention, she dared to provoke Wesley.How bold!

With a grave expression, Brenden said, "Gabriela,Wesley's not someone to trifle with. Keep your distance."

Gabriela was stunned.

Was he losing it? Why was he saying things she couldn't understand?

Brenden continued, "I stand by what I said. Do not approach me in private again. And don't provoke Wesley again, whatever your motives. Understood?"

His warning tone weighed heavily on Gabriela. She knew Brenden wouldn't just stand by if she got close to Wesley.

She quickly clarified, "Your grandmother asked me to deliver the scarf..."

"I don't want excuses. Leave," he insisted.

"I'll go, but can you promise not to tell Mr. MosS about us?"

Brenden's eyes widened.

She was using Wesley to make him jealous but feared Wesley finding out.

So timid, yet she'd gone to such lengths for him.How could he betray her?

He bristled. "What do you take me for? You think I'd spread gossip like that?"

With Brenden's assurance, Gabriela was eager to put distance between them.

Meanwhile, Wesley had been quietly pleased with the scarf-yet as dinner concluded, Gabriela's attention never once flickered in his direction. His mood soured further.

Post-dinner, he skipped reading and an important gathering, choosing to change in his room.

Glancing at the scarf, his irritation grew. He grabbed his phone and messaged Gabriela. "Can't sleep.Read something to me."

Gabriela regretted not recording their earlier talk when she received the WhatsApp message from "NotASaunders."

Determined not to give in, she sent a voice message."You jerk! Get one of your friends to read to you.l warn you, if you harass me again, you'll regret it."

Unsatisfied, she resolved to confront Brenden in person.

At that moment, Brenden was being pulled by Loretta for more exercise.

His legs trembled, and using a bathroom break as an excuse,he rushed to Wesley for help. He hoped Wesley could intervene. Continuing like this would leave him exhausted.

"Wesley, save me!" Brenden burst into Wesley's room without knocking, as was his habit.

He overheard a voice message on Wesley's phone."You jerk!"

Wesley didn't seem offended. In fact, he looked almost pleased.

Who was this woman daring to scold Wesley? The voice sounded familiar.

But that wasn't the point. Brenden realized that Wesley really enjoyed being scolded. But only by women,perhaps.

"Why didn't you knock?" Wesley asked, frowning.

Under that cold gaze, Brenden's back straightened.He blurted an apology and hurried out to process this new information.

Wesley rubbed his temple and locked the door. Brenden's manners were atrocious-perhaps he needed not just a trainer, but an etiquette tutor.

When Gabriela came looking for Brenden, she found his door wide open. He sat on the bed, muttering to himself.

She couldn't make out every word, but caught fragments. "I was wrong... Only by women..."

A chill crept over her.

Was Brenden a completely different person at night?

Could he have a split personality? Or was there some mental disorder at play?

Why did he seem like one person in the daylight and someone entirely different once night fell?

She slowly backed away, holding her breath, and returned to her room.

How terrifying!

The Moss family was full of secrets; and she'd only been here a few days. If they realized how much she knew, would they silence her?

The thought sent another shiver down her spine as she looked again at the reading request.

She shouldn't provoke someone who might have two personalities.

Picking up her phone, she sent a new voice message in a softer tone. "Mr. Saunders, I wasn't in a good mood earlier. My tone was harsh. I'm sorry. Which book would you like me to read?"

Wesley listened to the deliberately sweetened voice and let out a cold laugh.

He typed out a line from the book, instructing her to find that exact edition. "But every once in a while,you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do,nothing will ever compare."

Gabriela paused.

It was from a book she had once loved, but had lost and nearly forgotten. "I don't have that book with me,"she typed.

His reply came fast, sharper than before. "If you don't have it, find a way to get it. Apex Group hired you to solve problems, not make excuses."

Gabriela was stunned.

Why was Brenden suddenly angry?

And besides, it was Wesley who paid her salary, not him. Being his cousin didn't make him special.

She was willing to challenge anyone-except Brenden, whose mind she wasn't sure about.

Finding the book online, she started reading to him.

Her voice was bright with a touch of sweetness,pleasant to hear.

Yet Wesley took no enjoyment from it.

Why was she surrendering to his demands so effortlessly? Did no one ever teach her she was allowed to say no? Worse still, after all this time, she still hadn't remembered anything about him.

Her memory had more holes than the scarf she'd knitted!