The tip of Gabriel’s finger caressed Amelie’s nape, who had her back toward him. He had his eyes glued to the mark on her nape while Amelie’s mother’s words replayed in his head.
Death didn’t scare him because he knew everyone would one day leave the earth. What worried him was the fate shared. He didn’t want Amelie to ever get hurt because of him.
’Louis went off radar. He must’ve found out something which he didn’t want to share with me,’ Gabriel thought, frowning.
Leaning close to Amelie, he pressed a warm kiss on her shoulder before stepping out of the bed.
As he entered the shower room, he turned on the tap and stood under it. The cold water cascaded down his frame, and he ran his hands over his face.
He closed the shower tap and wore the bathrobe. As he returned to the room, he found Amelie was still in the deep slumber. Picking up the phone, he called Karmen and went to the balcony after pouring wine into a glass.
"Did you trace Louis?" Gabriel directly jumped to the question, dropping the greetings.
"Not yet," Karmen replied. "His location is untraceable this time," he asserted.
"Hmm."
"Prince Casaio isn’t in the right state of mind," Karmen informed him.
Gabriel’s brows drew together. "What do you mean?"
"He ordered Zilia to be tortured since she refused to speak. But last night, he suddenly asked for her to be treated. I don’t think we’re going to get anything out of her anymore. But it’s clearly taking a toll on Prince Casaio."
Gabriel sighed, his grip tightening slightly around the wine glass. "I wish I could do something. Amelie and I will return tomorrow. Once we’re back, I’ll see what can be done."
"Understood," Karmen replied. After a short pause, he asked, "How’s Amelie?"
"She’s doing fine," Gabriel replied softly.
Karmen chuckled, lightening the mood. "Are you ready to become a father? Don’t come crying to me when the baby keeps you up all night."
Gabriel let out a small laugh. "I haven’t thought that far. But I suppose... I’ll learn along the way."
He swirled the wine in his glass, then took a slow sip.
"I’ll hang up now. Take care, and enjoy your time," Karmen said before the line disconnected.
Gabriel slid the phone into the pocket of his robe and leaned against the balcony rail. He drank the rest of his wine in silence.
"Why are you drinking in the morning?" Amelie’s soft voice reached his ears, making him turn around.
"I was craving wine, that’s all," Gabriel replied, watching her yawn as she walked toward him.
"You should’ve slept more. You look tired," she said with concern.
Amelie stopped in front of him and wrapped her arms around his torso, resting her face against his chest. Gabriel gently placed the wine glass on the balcony railing and embraced her, his arms circling her waist with care.
"Who were you talking to?" she asked.
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