Chapter 125 Complimentary Cocktails

Gabriel walked to the end of the corridor and stepped into the elevator. Once he was in, he blankly stared at his reflection in the steel doors. Then, he turned to Roman and said, "Move my things back to the Holton residence. And don't schedule any more meetings near that building at night." Roman blinked. "You mean..." "Just do it." With that, Gabriel slid into the Bentley, pulled into traffic, and let the city lights blur. Divorce wasn't on the table. He wouldn't sign the papers. But he could give her some space. That was the only thing he could offer. ... For the next three nights, the door across the hall stayed closed whenever Emily came home. No one was leaning against the wall with a cigarette anymore. At first, she told herself it was just a coincidence. But by the fifth day, when the apartment still remained silent, she knew Gabriel had backed off. That was good news. Emily's body finally relaxed, and she could feel the air turn lighter without Gabriel hovering