Gabriel’s eyes widened in surprise, and Anna took advantage of his shock before he could fully react. She moved closer, leaning in to kiss him, but Gabriel grabbed her shoulders, gently pushing her back."Stop it, Anna!" His voice was firm, both amazed and upset by her actions.Anna blinked, confused. "What? I said I love you.""I heard you," Gabriel replied, his tone soft but persistent. "But I'm sorry, I don’t feel the same way."Anna’s face twisted with disbelief. She has never expected an outright rejection. "No, no… that can’t be true."Gabriel sighed, trying to be as gentle as possible. "It’s the truth. I’ve never thought of you in that way. What I feel for you is more like agape love. Pure and selfless, but not romantic."Tears welled up in Anna’s eyes. "Why? What does Camella have that I don’t? Is it because of Jessie?"Gabriel shook his head. "No, it's not about that. I truly love Camella. I always have, and I always will. No one can take her place in my heart."Anna's voice

Camella took a step closer to Gabriel, her eyes filled with curiosity. "How long have you been standing there?" Gabriel asked with a slight smile on his face.She shrugged, moving even closer. "Long enough to see you're planning something big."Gabriel raised an eyebrow, a playful expression on his face. "You know me, always thinking ahead."Camella smiled softly but couldn't hide the flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "I hope whatever you're planning works out.""It will," Gabriel replied confidently. "It always does."Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it felt as though everything around them disappeared. There was a brief silence between them before Camella spoke again."Are you really going to build a mall?" she asked, her voice almost hesitant.Gabriel nodded. "You heard that.""Yeah," Camella replied. "But it would require a lot of funds, you know.""I know," he said, his tone calm and collected. "I'll handle it. I need to build that mall so I can reinstate my old staff from th

Gabriel was leaving the site at 6:30 PM when he saw Camella pull up in front of him. She stepped out of the car, her face lighting up as she walked over and kissed him on the cheek."How’s everything going, hubby?" she asked, her voice warm."Fine, my darling," Gabriel replied, wrapping an arm around her waist. "How was your day?""Pff, tiring as always," she sighed dramatically, "But I decided to drop by and see if I’d be lucky enough to catch you. I want us to go home together."He smiled, appreciating the thoughtfulness. "That’s so sweet of you, but…" He paused, glancing behind him nervously. "I need to go somewhere now.""For what?" Camella raised an eyebrow, her smile fading slightly."For a dinner meeting," Gabriel said quickly."With who?" she asked, curiosity creeping into her voice.Gabriel hesitated. He wanted to tell her the truth, but he knew she wouldn't like the fact that he was going to Anna's house. "Just… a business partner," he offered, a half-truth slipping from his

Camella returned to her office after a team meeting, her mind buzzing with the tasks she needed to accomplish for the day. But as she stepped inside, she froze in surprise. Her usually plain office was now decorated with colorful balloons and flowers, with a few cards neatly placed on her desk. She blinked, taking in the sight, wondering who had gone through the trouble of decorating the space.Her eyes darted around, scanning every corner of the room. That’s when Gabriel stepped out from the shadowed corner near the bookshelf. He held up a handful of small, pastel-colored apology postcards, each with handwritten notes. “Surprise!” he said, a playful grin on his face.Camella sighed and walked over to her desk, placing her files down with a thud. Gabriel, sensing her feigned annoyance, followed her. "Why are you here, Gabriel?" she asked, not looking at him. "And why have you turned my office into a..." she gestured at the decorations, "a birthday party venue?"Gabriel smiled, undete

Gabriel entered the office with the manager at his side, and they were greeted by the stoic expression of Mr. Fangs. His face, consistently severe and unreadable, was set in stone as they approached. He didn’t bother with formalities; instead, he asked curtly, “Why are you here?”The manager cleared his throat nervously. “Um, Mr. Fangs, this is Mr—”“I’m Gabriel,” Gabriel interrupted, stepping forward with confidence. “A representative of Baigh Group.”The manager blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden change in the introduction. He had been prepared to present Gabriel as the owner of Baigh Group.Mr. Fangs looked Gabriel over with a disdainful glance, his lips curling slightly. “I thought as much,” he said dismissively. “I’ve been hearing about this Mr. Wells for some time now, but I’m yet to see him. Mr. Simon said he encountered a young man who was claimed to be him, and he was disrespected.”Gabriel kept his expression calm, knowing this would be difficult. “Mr. Wells