Chapter: 1450

Pierre was someone who spoke very Little. Though typically reserved, he always responded to Gemma's inquiries. Tonight, however, he merely patted her shoulder, silently soothing her to sleep without uttering a word.

A wave of sadness washed over Gemma. She had grown fond of Pierre's company, finding comfort in his presence, and had come to rely on him deeply. She might even harbor feelings for him, as she generally disliked men's touches but found Pierre's kisses tolerable. The thought of him possibly leaving his job brought a fear of never seeing him again, a feeling she struggled to say. Yet, even though she felt a strong reluctance for him to go, she knew she was powerless to stop it. She was never one to impose her will on others.

As these thoughts overwhelmed Gemma, tears streamed down, soaking Pierre's chest.

Pierre paused and looked down at her.

Attempting to escape his hold, Gemma turned away, but Pierre gently grasped her chin, turning her face back toward him. Her eyes, brimming with tears, could no longer hide her emotions.