Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 256

Gabriel’s POV

Now, I sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, freshly dressed in one of his shirts, while he stood behind me, towel-drying my hair with the same tenderness from earlier.

“You don’t have to fuss, Gabriel. I’m fine,” I murmured, half-leaning into the towel.

“Hm,” he said, noncommittal. “You threw up twice this morning and nearly passed out in the bathroom. Forgive me if I want to fuss.”

I pulled away from the towel and tried to stand, but Gabriel’s palm pressed gently to my shoulder.

“Back in bed.”

“But…”

“But nothing,” he cut in smoothly.

I scowled. “Gabriel, you might be able to skip work whenever you like, but I can’t just not show up. I could actually get in trouble.”

“Trouble?” His brow arched with amused arrogance. “No one would dare.”

Then, with infuriating confidence, he tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. “Seems you’ve forgotten you’re in a relationship with the CEO.”

I rolled my eyes. “Gabriel, how could I forget… when you remind me every chance you get?”

“That’s when you try to defy my orders, like right now.” His voice dropped, teasing. “Enjoy the benefits of making the CEO the happiest man alive.”

I gave him a scrunched, fake smile.

Unbothered, he grinned and tucked the sheets around me. “I’ll take care of everything at the office. You’re staying right here, resting, getting better. In fact…”

He leaned closer, brushing his lips across my forehead. “You can take the whole week off.”

I scoffed. “A week? That’s a little dramatic.”

He ignored me completely. Typical Gabriel. And honestly, I knew better than to keep arguing. I let myself sink back into bed. He was right, after all. I would enjoy the perks of dating the great Gabriel Storm, just this once, without guilt.

He covered me gently, adjusting the sheets like I was something precious. “There’s food in the fridge. I’ll make you something. Be right back.”

I watched him walk off, and a soft smile curved over my lips. I didn’t care what the consequences were, God had truly blessed me with a good man. Underneath all that brooding power, Gabriel had the most thoughtful heart, and I was never letting go.

I reached over to the dresser and grabbed my phone. If I couldn’t show up to work, the least I could do was check in remotely. I sifted through emails, responded to a few flagged messages, and before I knew it, I was deep in work mode.

Until the door pushed open.

Gabriel walked in with a tray balanced in his hands, wearing that maddening smirk.

“Breakfast is served, my queen.”

I looked up, instantly smiling, and sat up with a soft bounce of excitement. “That was too fast, Mr. Storm… Should I trust this?”

He placed the tray gently on the bedside table with the grace of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. “I’ll have you know, I’ve mastered more than just boardrooms and mergers.”

I peeked over the tray and saw a bowl of steaming soup, a glass of orange juice, and a small pile of grapes neatly arranged on the side.

“Okay… I can’t lie,” I said, eyebrows lifting. “This actually looks good. And hot.” Steam rolled off the bowl in swirling waves.

He folded his arms, proud. “You know, if I hadn’t chosen tech, I could’ve run my own restaurant. Don’t underestimate the range of my many gifts.”

I grinned, my voice dipping as sincerity edged out my teasing. “Actually you've told me that story before, so forgive me for doubting you, Chef Storm. And thank you…” My hand grazed his. “For all of this. I’m really grateful to have you by my side.”

He grinned, then brushed his fingers along my arm. “It’s a little spicy, but it’ll help with the nausea.”

I smirked, taking in his overconfidence with fondness. “Of course it is. The mighty Gabriel Storm doesn’t just make soup… he heals people.”

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