Chapter 21 A Messy Encounter
Teresa was the VIP of the evening, her glass constantly was refilled for celebratory toasts. She prided herself on her tolerance, but tonight, after a mere few sips, her stomach revolted, sending her sprinting from the room, hand clamped over her mouth.
"Teresa!" Yan Mingyu, her classmate, followed her out.
She barely made it down to the bathroom, she fell into a big chest, and before she could utter an apology:
"Blah!"
The contents of her stomach splattered onto the man before her.
Gabriel stood, Teresa's dinner now decorating his shirt, his face changed instantly.
Yan Mingyu arrived, aghast, then mustered concern. "Teresa, are you..."
"Blah!"
She was a picture of misery, oblivious to the identity of her human shield, as she continued her unfortunate display.
Gabriel, storm brewing in his eyes, maintained his composure, resisting the urge to push her away.
"Teresa, are you okay?" Yan Mingyu finally steadied her, then looked up with a sheepish, "Sir, I'm so sorry, my friend—she just..."
"Bleh!"
Teresa leaned on Yan Mingyu, her body weak, her stomach threatening another wave. She mustered the strength to look up, looking extremely guilty for what she did, and said"I am so sorry, I..."
Recognition hit her as she met Gabriel's piercing gaze. She went still.
Gabriel, without missing a beat, pulled her from Yan Mingyu's grasp. He leaned in, his whisper for her ears alone.
"Seems you're quite a heartbreaker, Teresa. Shall I keep funds for your next mishap?" His tone was laced with scorn.
Regaining her senses, Teresa walked away, her eyes flashing with defiance.
Gabriel sneered, shrugged off his soiled jacket, and thrust it at her. "Clean this. I will expect it in my office tomorrow," he ordered before heading to the restroom.
Finley, having witnessed the debacle knew something was off. Gabriel had diverted their route to this pavilion on a whim.
Finley followed Gabriel into the restroom, piecing together the puzzle of his boss's recent behavior.
Teresa left hallway, picked up the discarded jacket. "Could you get a waiter to help clean this up? I need the restroom," she asked Yan Mingyu.
"Sure," he nodded. "Are you sure you're okay? That guy..."
"I'm fine, thanks," Teresa interrupted, offering a weak smile before escaping to the lady’s room.
