Gabriel’s point of view
"Sir, Miss Thompson is downstairs. She wanted to see you," the maid stated.
I raised my head because I was surprised to hear that Olivia is here. She hates going here as she hates , so this is surprising.
"I’ll be there," I replied.
She nodded before heading out and close the door. I looked at the mirror in my desk, fixed my tie and hair before spraying a perfu in my shirt. I marched outside my office to see Olivia. I went down the stairs and paused at the middle when I saw her, she was talking to a maid.
Her beauty is one of a kind. I only wish to have custody with my child, but to have that I need to win her trust and heart.
"I wasn’t expecting to see you here," I murmured.
The maid excuse herself and leave us alone. Olivia face while raising her eyebrow, she seed pissed. " too, Gabriel. But I know you’re behind my mother’s decision!"
I frowned, "What are you talking about?"
She take her phone out and do sothing with it. After that, she showed a picture of her mother and our son. Olivia take it away from my face and said, "Did you help my mother kidnapped my son?"
"First of all, Olivia. She didn’t kidnapped our son—" she cut off.
"My son, Gabriel. He’s only my son, not yours, not ours. Now, be honest. Did you convince and help my mother?"
"I may or may have not convince or help her, Olivia."
Her eyebrows t and she’s cute when mad. I can’t help but to chuckled, causing her to looked at sharply.
"What’s funny, Gabriel? Oh, do you think this is funny? Do you think helping my mother kidnapped my son will change my mind? How desperate you are!"
I sighed, "Look, Liv. She ask for help and I thought you knew about the vacation. Besides, it’s only one week vacation. Your mother wanted to help you, so do I."
"Well, I don’t need your help nor her help. I am fine," she answered.
"Why are you so mad? It was your mom’s choice, not mine. She told to help her arrange their vacation, and I did. Gavin seed looking forward with the vacation, Olivia. If you can see how wide his smile is. Maybe you won’t get mad like this," I comnted.
"For pete sake, Gabriel. He’s going to school and being tardy isn’t sothing I taught him," she said.
"Perhaps he inherit that from ," I stated.
I notice how she pauses like she wasn’t expecting to say that. I’m still holding on the DNA result, and hoping she would tell the truth even though I already know the truth. I want Olivia to tell Gavin is our son, and I want her to give custody.
I will prove to her that giving second chance is worth it. That risking everything is worth it.
"I’m leaving," she murmured.
She turn around and was about to leave when I heard a creak coming from above. I looked up and saw the chandelier losing it’s screw, it was about to fall on Olivia.
"Olivia!" I shouted before running towards her.
I hugged her and pulled away from the location as the chandelier crash to the floor, scattering the glass pieces. I use my body as shield to prevent her from getting hurt, but my wasn’t save. I had a cut on my arm but I endure it.
"Are you okay?" I asked when we stood up.
She looked at the crash chandelier in horror before turning at and widened in shocked after seeing my wound.
"You’re hurt," she said.
"I’m fine. We should get you check, Olivia."
"No, I’m fine. But you’re not," she replied.
Olivia ripped the sleeve on my shirt and saw the deep cut in my arm. She take her handkerchief before wrapping it to my arm. Our faces were so close that I can hear her calm breathing, she stop and stare at . Eye to eye.
Suddenly the our surroundings beco quiet. Her brown eyes was stunning, and I am srizing by it. It was like speaking to .
"Young master! Are you okay?" The butler break the silence between us.
She parted from before clearing her throat and replied to Sanchez, "He’s hurt and definitely need to see a doctor."
I stood up and respond, "I’m okay. There’s no need to see a doctor."
"Look at your arm, Gabriel. You are bleeding to death and has a deep wound, so you need to see a doctor."
"She’s right, young master. It seed disturbing," Sanchez seconded it.
"I’m alright," I insist.
She rolled her eyes, "Fine. If you say so, go ahead. Don’t see a doctor and let your blood dry out. But don’t make feel guilty once you die because you run out of blood, Gabriel."
I smiled, "I won’t."
I don’t know why but I’m happy to have her attention. Olivia was worried at despite not showing it for so reason, and I’m enough with the attention I’ve get.
"How did the chandelier crash?" Sanchez questioned.
"The screws might loosen up, so that’s why. Call a repair man to fix the floor and buy a new chandelier sa as this because it was my mom’s," I command.
"Here, take this."
I glanced at Olivia before taking the paper on her hand. "What’s this?"
"That’s my new number. I change it when you try to contact two days ago, but you’re allowed to call once you decided to see the doctor. I will cover the expenses," she explained.
"I will protect this with my life."
She looked at weirdly, "It’s just a number. Anyway, I’ll forget about what you did to my son because of what you’ve done for ."
After saying those things, she left without further words. I watch her until she enter her car and drive away to the gate.
"You look in love, young master."
"I think I am, Sanchez."
"But you must be aware of your relationship with Miss Olivia. She is your step-sister, and your feelings for her will bring chaos to the family."
I exhaled deeply and answered, "I know, Sanchez. But I’m willing to risk it just to have her heart."
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