The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 971

Chapter 971:

Corey fell silent.

Gemma continued to make her way to the bathroom, her steps shaky, nearly losing her balance.

Corey stepped forward to assist, but Gemma declined. “Corey, do you think your temper rubs off on others?”

She withdrew her hand. “If it does, | don’t want to beclike you, constantly angry.”

Realizing she was serious, Corey conceded. “Alright. I'm at fault.” He acknowledged his mistake. This wasn’t the

first this temper had caused issues, and Gemma had expressed her discontent before. He just found it hard

to change.

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Gemma, empathetic to his constant travel, suggested, “Go rest. We're leaving early tomorrow.”

As Corey exited the room, he noticed Pierre still stationed at the door.

Corey cast a cold look at Pierre and tossed him a bottle of ointment for bruises. “Gemma sent this.” Pierre caught

it, replying calmly, “Thank you.”

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Corey, reminded of Pierre's credentials, recalled a conversation.

“When Alicia recommended you, she mentioned you once practiced medicine.”

Pierre confirmed, “Yes, Mr. Hampton.”

Corey gave a noncommittal nod. “Stay at the door. Informimmediately if anything happens to Gemma.”

“Understood,” Pierre responded.

After Corey left, Pierre looked at the expensive ointment in his hand. Without a second thought, he threw it into

the trash bin at the end of the hallway.

After her return to Xada, Gemma found herself under house arrest once again. Her recent illness had alarmed

not only Corey but also herself, prompting her to adhere strictly to the doctor's orders. Within a few days, she

regained her strength and vitality. Corey, unable to postpone his duties at the company any longer, shared a

quick meal with Gemma before departing.

Gemma stood at the doorway, hesitating to go back inside, watching his car fade into the distance.

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Looking up, Gemma noticed Pierre and recalled the incident in Warrington. Instinctively, she asked, “Does your

knee still hurt?”

Pierre, having put the incident behind him, answered with deference, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

His response coff more dismissive than respectful. He kept his head down, his expression unreadable—

whether indifferent or serious, it was hard to tell.

Pierre stood out among the bodyguards. Ever since his arrival, Gemma had taken note of him. He was tall, with a

deep complexion and striking features, noticeably more handsthan the others. His actions that night had

not only been bold but lifesaving, leaving a lasting impression on her.

“You don’t talk much,” Gemma commented, perhaps seeking distraction after her brother's departure. “Do you

dislike the job, or is it me?”