Gabriel’s POV
The question haunted my thoughts. Why me and not her boyfriend? What did she see in a broken, old man like me?
I had nothing to offer her but pain and heartbreak. Exactly what she didn’t need after her last relationship.
I yanked on a pair of loose shorts from the wardrobe and grabbed my phone, dialing Elena to bring fresh sheets.
Shortly after, Elena arrived at the deck room. Her eyes landed on the red stains, and she gave me a questioning look. My jaw clenched as I ripped the sheets off the bed, ignoring the way her eyes followed my every move.
I should have done that before calling her, but she would’ve seen them anyway. What did it matter what Elena thought of my personal life? I’d never cared before, and I wasn’t about to start now.
Elena worked quickly, stri
