Bedmates Soulmates novel Chapter 264

‘Ow! It hurts, Young Master.” 

A Woman–ice jolted him awake. 

His eyes snapped open. 

He saw Kira’s face scrunched up in pain. 

‘Is it really you, Kira?” 

Gideon thought he was still dreaming. 

The woman embraced him. ‘It’s me, Young Master.” 

Young Master? 

His Kira would never call him that! 

Gideon clamped both hands around the woman’s throat. ‘You are not Kira Hewitt!‘ 

The woman’s face was turning blue. 

Her eyes rolled back. 

She was suffocating. ‘Y…Young Master!‘ 

Gideon snapped out of his trance. 

He blinked. 

When he saw the woman lying underneath him, he withdrew his hands, got up and moved away from her. 

The woman took several deep breaths, coughing and spluttering. 

‘What are you doing here?‘ Gideon asked coldly. 

She sat up from the sofa, her face still red. ‘I just came down from Ourhlana yesterday.‘ 

She paused to catch her breath. ‘Martin said you were drunk. I was bringing aspirin to you when you…kissed me. You pulled me down to the sofa and called me Kira. Lthought…I thought you wanted me. I’m sorry, Young Master.‘ 

The woman realised he was calling Kira Hewitt. 

The other Kira. 

Or rather, the real Kira. 

Gideon felt a throbbing pain in his head. 

He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. 

The woman saw this, rose from the sofa and picked up the glass of water and the bottle of 

You ry/Not My Kira 

aspirin on the coffee table. ‘Here. This’ll make you feel better.” 

Gideon swallowed a handful of the white tablets. 

‘I arrived in Stamford last night,‘ the woman said, watching his reaction. ‘I called Martin and got the address to this house. He said you were sleeping, so I didn’t want to disturb you.‘ 

Gideon didn’t speak. 

The woman came to stand behind him. 

She massaged his temples with both hands. 

Her movements were gentle and soothing. 

Gideon felt the headache subside. 

‘Martin said you’re going to stay in Stamford for a while,‘ the woman said in a quiet voice.” What about your business in Ourhlana? You know how some people still hold a grudge after you took over control of the family. If you’re away for too long, I’m afraid they’ll do-‘ 

“What’s your real name?‘ Gideon cut her off. 

Her eyes widened. 

Her hands stopped moving. 

‘Did you hear me?‘ Gideon asked impatiently. 

‘Uh…Yes, Young Master.” 

“Then tell me, what’s your real name?‘ 

She’d told him her name when they first met, but he no longer remembered it. 

Standing behind Gideon, the woman smiled bitterly. 

‘It’s Gwen, Gwendolyn Reyes.‘ 

‘Gwendolyn Reyes.‘ Gideon pulled her in front of him and then into his arms. 

His hot breath tickled her skin. 

Gideon traced a finger down her cheek. ‘Just go by your real name from now on. Gwen is a nice name. It suits you.” 

Why The Long Face 

Why The Long Face 

Austyn raised an eyebrow when he saw Kai coming into the office alone. 

‘Young Madam said she was going to the café on the twelfth floor, so she can’t join you.‘ 

‘She prefers the food there?‘ Austyn frowned. ‘Didn’t you tell her what we’re having for lunch? 

‘I didn’t have the time to do that,‘ Kai thought. ‘Young Madam was so anxious to shoo me away that she didn’t even let me finish talking.” 

The assistant kept a straight face. ‘Maybe it’s not about the food. Maybe Young Madam just wants to socialise with her colleagues.” 

Austyn stood up and pushed back the leather chair. ‘In that case, the boss should socialise with the employees as well. Let’s go.” 

‘To where?! 

“To the cafeteria.” 

“Huh?” 

“To have lunch.” 

Kai pointed to the en–suite lounge. ‘What about the food I already bought?” 

‘See who’s still at their desk in the secretarial podl. Give it to them.‘ 

Kai trotted to the lounge, picked up the well–packed lunch from Mason’s–soup of the day, garden salad, Angus tenderloin steak and crème caramel, and went in search of a lucky secretary. 

‘Boss is going to cause quite a stir down on the twelfth,‘ Kai thought as he jogged to catch up with Austyn at the lift. ‘He’s never been to the staff café before.‘ 

As Kai expected, hundreds of pairs of eyes fell on the president

 the moment he stepped through the glass doors of the cafeteria. 

A sudden hush descended over the entire space of four hundred ‘square metres. 

Conversations stopped mid–sentence. 

Hands froze mid–air. 

The clatter of utensils vanished.