Chapter 192: I Saw Red

Gabriel's POV

There was a bitter taste in my mouth-and it had nothing to do with the coffee I'd just swallowed. It came from watching Clairessa and my son.

Adrian was singing her praises again, grinning like he'd won a prize, and there she was, blushing like a schoolgirl.

The smile on her lips made something ugly twist in my chest.

Why the hell was she blushing?

Couldn't she see what he was doing?

Every compliment, every smile—it was all part of his damn strategy to win her

back. And she was playing right into it.

Was she really going to give in that easily?

Goddamn it, Gabriel. This is what you wanted.

You offered to fund her long-time dream just so she could play pretend with your

son.

You practically handed her over to him. So what are you mad about?

This is what you wanted. So now deal with it.

She's simply doing her part... and you caused this.

"Fuck..." I muttered, unaware I'd spoken aloud.

"What did you say, Dad?" Adrian's voice cut through the storm in my head.

I cleared my throat, reached for my glass of water, and offered a half-hearted smile. "I said I'm glad you're settling in nicely at the company. Happy to hear it." Adrian lit up. "Thanks, Dad. This is all happening because of you."

I gave a small nod and hummed. "How's the Randolph Project coming along?"

"Oh-Dad, it's going great," he said quickly, full of pride. "Clairessa has a solid grip on things. And the backend integration? You should've seen her. She figured

it out before IT could even blink. Honestly, she's kind of a genius."

He reached across the table and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

That damn squeeze again.

Something in my chest tightened.

Did he always have to touch her?

And what's worse-she didn't pull away.

Her cheeks flushed again, and heat crawled up my own.

someone who claimed she didn't want to be with him, she was enjoying

forced my eyes

you, Clairessa? How's it

me-briefly. She'd been avoiding my gaze since

me the fakest smile I'd ever

coming along

That was it?

her to break. To squirm

I would've expected more

Clairessa. She's not much of a big talker, but I assure you, she's got

I nearly laughed.

He had no idea.

he ever would. I knew every

knew exactly what she was thinking

was deliberately giving me a vague answer,

prove

her eyes told

couldn't say any of that aloud, so instead, I

Clairessa can

My tone was bitting.

taken aback.

her, making it clear I was

just as Adrian has informed you, we've made great progress on the Randolph Project. It's all

smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. "That's good

when you present to the CEO on

They both froze.

alarmed. "I thought that wasn't

But Mr. Randolph called personally and asked to schedule an emergency meeting for

should've told him no," she snapped. "We still have so much work left. The team was working under the assumption we had

"Dad, Claire's right.

cut him off. "You just need to have faith in the work you've put in. I've seen the progress report-your team's done a solid job. You're

me what the stakes

palm down on the table, my voice rising.

The room went still.

explanation-as a courtesy Randolph insisted on the meeting despite my attempts

gaze bounced between both of

discussion. You better spend the rest of the

not losing

"Am I understood?"

Adrian nodded. "Yes, Dad."

Clairessa didn't move. Didn't flinch. Just

Of course she did.

that silent protest of

fire in her expression again-stubborn, proud, untamed-both

excited me.

nudged her lightly. Only then did

Mr. Storm," she finally

the disgust in her tone.

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