Chapter 162: Mercy on a spy
Amelie gently dried her damp hair with a towel before draping it over the back of a chair. Again, she was feeling nauseated since she woke up. Though she’d felt fine for a few days, the discomfort had returned, leaving her unsettled and restless.
With a sigh, she walked to the dressing table, lowering her hand from her chest.
"I wonder where Gabriel disappeared to so early," she murmured, dabbing face cream onto her cheeks and forehead.
As she reached for a nude shade of lipstick, the door clicked open behind her. Gabriel entered the room, catching her gaze through the mirror.
She tilted her head and smiled softly. "Gabriel, good morning."
"Good morning, love," he replied warmly, heading straight to the cupboard and pulling out a leather jacket.
Amelie turned back to the mirror, carefully applying the lipstick.
"Are you going somewhere?" she asked curiously, rising to her feet. "To the company? Should I come with you? I’ve already missed two weeks of work."
Gabriel slipped his arms into the jacket and glanced at her.
"I’m not going to the company today," he replied. "Karmen handled everything behind our backs, and my major meetings are all scheduled for Monday. I’m putting on the jacket because I may’ve to go outside later to pick a muffins for you."
"What?" Amelie smiled. "I can order them if I want," she added.