Chapter 22: His strained relationship
After dinner, Gabriel made sure Amelie took her tablets before she stood up from her seat.
"Can I take a walk in the garden for a while?" she asked, glancing at him.
"Of course, you can," Gabriel replied casually.
"Goodnight, then." Amelie turned to leave, assuming he would retire for the night. But before she could step away, Gabriel’s voice stopped her.
"I’ll accompany you," he said, already rising to his feet.
She hesitated for a moment, wanting to refuse, but before she could protest, Gabriel gently took her hand. His hand was warm he guided her toward the garden, leaving her with no choice but to follow.
Amelie tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, inhaling the crisp night air as the gentle breeze brushed against her skin. Gabriel had released her hand, now tucking his into his pockets, his strides relaxed yet purposeful.
The pathway was lined with evenly spaced lamps, casting a soft glow on the stone walkway. The illuminated path made her feel at ease, but his presence beside her kept her slightly on edge. She wished he would return inside, but voicing that thought would be inappropriate. After all, this place belonged to him.
"Tomorrow, I have a meeting," Gabriel suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. "Would you like to join me as my secretary? You might not be familiar with the work right now, but I trust that you’ll learn quickly." He turned his head slightly, his sharp gaze locking onto her.