Jessie's smile brightened at her father's assurance, her trust in him unwavering. "I trust you, Father," she affirmed, her voice filled with unwavering faith. Gabriel's grin widened as he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, his heart swelling with paternal pride. "Thank you, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice brimming with affection. But Jessie's innocence shone through as she added, "But if you can't get the dress, it's okay. We can go." Aliyah couldn't contain her frustration at Jessie's unwavering trust in her father. "Jessie, don't be fooled by his empty promises. He's only going to disappoint you," she interjected, her tone tinged with exasperation. Gabriel's resolve remained unshaken by Aliyah's skepticism. He locked eyes with his daughter, determination shining in his gaze. "Jessie, I promise you, I'll get you that dress. I saw how much it meant to you, and I won't let anyone take that happiness away from you," he vowed, his voice resolute. As Gabriel spoke
Gabriel's embarrassment was palpable as he fumbled for an explanation, his pride wounded by the humiliating turn of events. However, the atmosphere shifted when the store manager made a sudden appearance. His gaze lingered on Gabriel, his expression thoughtful as if a memory was sparked.*******************The previous day, the store manager had convened a meeting with the heads of various departments and management under Wellington Group. They had gathered in a meeting room, awaiting the purpose of the abrupt assembly.When Butler Moore entered the room, they rose respectfully, acknowledging his presence with warm greetings. “Please, everyone, take your seats,” he instructed, settling into his own chair. "I appreciate your prompt attendance despite the short notice for this meeting. I have an important announcement to make."He proceeded to reveal that Young Master Wellington, the estranged son of the Wellington family and heir to the business empire, had officially inherited the fa
As the old couple begrudgingly began to make their exit, they cast wary glances back at Gabriel, as if searching for any sign of trickery or manipulation. However, Gabriel simply stood tall, his expression calm and composed, unfazed by their scrutiny. It was clear that he had not resorted to any underhanded tactics to sway the manager in his favor."I'm truly sorry for the inconvenience, Master Gabriel," the manager apologized once more, bowing slightly in respect.Gabriel nodded in acknowledgment before turning his attention to the sales girl, who was now kneeling before him. "You don't need to kneel," he said gently. "Mistakes happen, and I appreciate your apology."With tears in her eyes, the salesgirl stood up, relieved by Gabriel's forgiveness. "Thank you, sir," she said earnestly, her voice trembling with emotion.Gabriel offered her a reassuring smile before turning to the manager. "Thank you for handling the situation," he said appreciatively.The manager smiled warmly and the
As they moved through the racks, Jessie tugged on her father's sleeve, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Daddy," she began, her voice filled with sincerity, "I'm really proud of you. Thank you for doing all of this for me."Gabriel smiled down at his daughter, a warmth spreading through his chest. "Oh, sweetheart, it's nothing," he replied, his tone humble. "I'll always do whatever it takes to see you happy, you and your mother."Jessie beamed up at him, her gratitude evident. "Next time, can we bring Mommy with us?" she asked eagerly.Gabriel's smile faltered slightly, a shadow passing over his features. "Well, honey," he began carefully, "you know Mommy's very busy with work. I don't think she'd have time to join us."Jessie's brow furrowed in confusion. "But Mommy always says she wants to spend time with us," she protested.Gabriel's heart clenched at his daughter's innocent words. "I know, sweetheart," he murmured, his gaze drifting away. "But sometimes, grown-ups have other th
Gabriel appreciated Aliyah's offer, even though he understood her underlying motives. "Thank you, sister-in-law," he said graciously.Aliyah waved off his thanks with a smile. "Oh, don’t mention it. I'm sure those bags of clothes are heavy for you, so I don't mind helping you take some home."Gabriel smiled, declining her offer with equal grace. "Thank you, Aliyah. That would be really helpful, but it's not necessary, you know."Aliyah chuckled at his response, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Of course, but I'm always here to lend a hand," she replied, glancing at her friends again with a knowing look.Jessie chimed in, teasing her aunt playfully. "Auntie, are you sure you're not expecting anything in return for your kindness?"Aliyah laughed, impressed by her niece's perceptiveness. "Well, sweetie, I just like helping people out, regardless of what I get in return," she said with a grin."Don't worry, Aliyah. I will manage," Gabriel assured her, appreciating her offer but determi
After Gabriel returned home, he went to the kitchen to make a meal. When he was done, asked Camella to eat the dish he prepared, she inexplicably got angry at him.“Don't touch me let alone talk to me, Gabriel!”Gabriel's heart sank as Camella's unexpected outburst washed over him like a sudden storm. "What's wrong, Camella?" he asked, his voice tinged with confusion.Camella's anger flared, her words laced with frustration. "Why did you waste time going shopping?" she snapped, her tone sharp.Gabriel's brows furrowed in bewilderment. "I did it for Jessie," he explained patiently, hoping to ease the tension between them. He looked around for their daughter and attempted to call her but Camella's anger only seemed to escalate as she cut him off. "Well, while you were busy in the kitchen, Aliyah and Fredrick came by and took her," she spat, her words cutting through the air like a knife.Gabriel's heart clenched at the mention of Fredrick's name, his frustration mounting. "You shouldn't
Gabriel didn't say anything much and decided to go to Baigh company the following day. When he got there, he overheard some persons in the company gossiping about his wife, Camella having an improper relationship with their general manager.Gabriel's heart sank as he listened to the whispers, feeling a surge of anger and disbelief wash over him. He clenched his fists, struggling to process the shocking revelation about his wife.Gathering his composure, Gabriel approached the group, his jaw set with determination. "Excuse me," he interjected, his voice firm and steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "Is there a problem here?"The group fell silent, their eyes widening in surprise at Gabriel's unexpected interruption. One of them, a young woman with a guilty expression, cleared her throat nervously. "Uh, no, sir," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "We were just... discussing some work-related matters."Gabriel fixed them with a penetrating gaze, his suspicion evid
When Gabriel was making his exit out of the company’s building, he halted in his tracks as he collided with Camella in the foyer, their unexpected encounter sparking an immediate tension between them. Before he could even utter a word, Camella's accusatory tone cut through the air."Why are you following me?" she demanded, her eyes flashing with frustration.Gabriel shook his head, his own irritation mounting. "I'm not following you, Camella," he countered, his voice firm but tinged with exasperation. "I have my own matters to attend to."Camella's expression hardened, her words laced with bitterness. "Well, maybe if you tried to find a better job instead of lingering around here, things would be different," she retorted, her tone dripping with disdain.Gabriel's jaw clenched at her words, his patience wearing thin. "I have been trying," he shot back, his voice tinged with feigned frustration. "But it's not as easy as you think."Their argument escalated, each word adding fuel to the