She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 876

But he did nothing.

He just sat there, glaring at the sliding doors of the supermarket like a statue bolted to the floor.

Loyce's words echoed relentlessly in his mind.

Take things slow.

Try being gentle.

He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the headrest.

But his hands were shaking with pure, unadulterated fury.

...

At 8:00 PM in Giselle's apartment.

Inside the kitchen, Giselle and Alfie were busy preparing the meal. The window was cracked open, and bathed in the warm, ambient lighting, the two of them looked like a perfect domestic pairing.

Objectively speaking, Alfie was a good-looking guy—he had a mature, reliable aura about him.

Down in the street, Hank sat with his head bowed, methodically cleaning a sleek black handgun. The oppressive, lethal tension rolling off him was so thick that the bodyguards in the front seats barely dared to breathe. The hairs on the back of their necks stood up.

They were never afraid of Hank when he was yelling or breaking things; they were terrified of him when he was this unnervingly quiet. The calmer he was, the deadlier the fallout.

Upstairs, dinner was served. Steaks, roasted vegetables, and the opened bottle of wine sat on the table. Gigi was strapped into her high chair, aggressively fighting a piece of steak with her fork, getting sauce all over her face.

Giselle laughed, wiping her daughter's mouth before picking up her own wine glass and taking a small sip.

By the end of the meal, the little girl was rubbing her eyes. Giselle carried her into the bedroom to tuck her in.

When she came back out, she noticed the bottle of wine was entirely empty. "I think we're done here. You did all the cooking, so I'll handle the dishes."

"Giselle." Alfie stared at her, his eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol. "Do you really have to go? Why won't you let me come with you? I can easily get a job over there."

Giselle paused her clearing of the plates and looked at him calmly. "Alfie, we agreed. Tonight was just a goodbye dinner."

"But I don't want to say goodbye," his voice grew thick with emotion. "I'm in love with you, Giselle. I have been since the day I met you."

Giselle remained silent.

Alfie pushed on. "I know about your past. I know your ex was garbage and that you're scared. But I'm different. I'll treat you right. I'll treat Gigi like my own. I can give you a real, stable home. Why won't you even give me a chance?"

Giselle sighed. "You've had too much to drink. My decision is final. You are my friend, Alfie. I'm not looking for a relationship."

"I'm not drunk!" Alfie's voice spiked. Fueled by the wine, his deep-seated frustration and jealousy finally boiled over. "I just don't get it! How am I worse than him?! He left you to give birth alone, let you suffer, made you hide on the other side of the world! And me? I'm right here! I'm begging to take care of you, and you won't even look at me!"

Giselle stood up, her tone frosting over. "Alfie, stop it."

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